Chrystal’s hand slid downward.
Castian’s lips parted, his brow twitched, and a soft breath escaped his aquiline nose.
Chrystal’s breath caught in her chest.
Her eyes snapped down to the hardness her hand had struck.
She had not expected it. She had been gliding her hand gently, expecting to meet a softness that she would need to mold and tease, like she sometimes had to do for Darius when she was in the mood, but he wasn’t.
Instead, she had struck a hard rod that needed no tending.
Her eyes widened as she stared at her mate’s form. It was long, and heavy.
She gasped, and so did Castian. But this time, it was not for the reason she had so recently become familiar with.
His voice this time was deeper.
Her eyes snapped up, and she stifled a scream as her gaze locked with a grey stor
