Archer's hands were already sliding under Halime's thighs, ready to drag her fully onto the table and bury himself inside her while Teuila held her down, when the world itself yanked him sideways. His body locked up, and his grip on her hips froze mid-squeeze. The hungry, venom-tinged kiss broke as his head snapped up, violet light already flickering in his irises.
The snake woman felt the change instantly. Her forked tongue stilled against his lip. ''Arch…?''
Teuila's smirk vanished. ''No. Not now. We just...''
''I know.''
His voice came out rough, still thick with lust, but the edge of command was already cutting through it. He set Halime down carefully, even as every instinct screamed to finish what they had started. ''The northern wall under attack.''
