“I—can’t—Kael—” Her cry cracked into sobs, her back arching, claws of sound digging into the silence. “It burns—gods—it—oh—”
“Good.” His growl split the air. “Let it.”
The werewolf snarled again, but the sound had changed. Still furious, still guttural—but the edge was wrong now. Softer. Hungrier. Her eyes tracked every brutal snap of Kael’s hips, every arch of Crimora’s trembling body, every sharp sound ripped from her throat.
Kael finally looked at her—just a flicker, taunting, a shadow of a grin curling his mouth. “You watching close, wolf? This is what you’re missing.”
She lunged forward so hard the vines cracked back against stone with a whip-crack. Her roar split into something else—choked, half-wild, half-wanting.
Kael turned his head back down, ignoring her again, dragging his
