Dax POV
The bond between us crackles like the first spark of sunrise, Veyra’s purr vibrating through it, low and hungry, Rune answering with a deep, guttural roar that shakes my bones. Hands sliding down finding her hips, fingers digging into the soft give of flesh beneath silk. The dress is fever-hot from her body, and I feel the rapid flutter of her pulse under my thumbs
“No taming, Kael,” I rasp, lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. Her scent hits me full force—wild honeysuckle, sharp and sweet, layered with the faint smoke of bonfire from the feast. “Just us. No holding back.”
Her breath catches—a sharp, needy sound that shoots straight to my groin—and then her mouth crashes into mine. It’s feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue and heat. She tastes of honey and spiced wine
