Chapter 87: Heat of the Beasts
Elara’s POV
I was shaking.
Not from fear.
Not even from the aftershock of what I’d witnessed with Aria.
But from them.
From the two men before me... drunk on power, lust, and something dangerously primal that wrapped around my lungs and took my breath away.
Kian’s shirt was gone. His chest gleamed with sweat, muscles flexing with each shallow breath, his eyes glowing with molten red as they dragged over my trembling form. Behind him, Liam had rolled up his sleeves, revealing the veins in his arms, the bloodlust and need running thick through him as he licked his lips like a starving beast staring at a feast.
I was the feast.
My back hit the nearest tree.. soft moss cushioning me, bark rough and grounding. Liam’s magic had cloaked the entire glade in
