*Sera's POV*
"Please," I whispered, my voice thick with need.
Jaxon loomed above me, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He'd reduced me—an ancient, powerful being—to begging. And worse? I didn't even care.
"Please what?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
My patience snapped. "Stop teasing me and fuck me already."
His grin was wolfish as he positioned himself at my entrance. "Since you asked so nicely..."
I felt the delicious pressure of him beginning to push inside—finally, finally—when my phone blared with an alarm I hadn't heard in centuries.
The Divine Warning Protocol.
My body went rigid as the sound pierced through my lust-addled brain. Jaxon froze, his expression shifting from desire to confusion.
"What the hell is that?" he growled.
I cursed in a language long dead as I reached for my phone. The screen pulsed with golden light, ancient symbols scrolling across it.
"Seraphina?" Jaxon's voice hardened with concern.
