Crimora’s head snapped up, her crimson hair wild, her lips parted as her trembling body froze under him. Her face flushed redder than her flames, shame and desire colliding. "You can’t—" she started, but her words died in a broken moan when Kael’s c**k slipped free from her ass, slick with slime and seed, and pressed hard against her glistening entrance.
Her body betrayed her instantly. The heat between her thighs throbbed, her walls twitching in anticipation as though her flesh had been waiting for this moment. She gasped, her fingernails raking against stone as Kael teased her folds, dragging his thick length along her wet slit.
"Kael!" Carla cried, her cheeks burning with outrage. "You’ve already—"
Lyra cut her off with a low, sultry laugh, golden eyes gleaming. "Shh, Carla. Let him.
