Drakar's breath visibly falters, he is stunned into silence. The popping sound of wood burning echoes in the air as his calloused fingers grip Daela's chin, his thick thumb teases the glistening wetness on her soft features, which is highlighted by the fire.
"Little Fae, don't jest about things like this!" Drakar's whisper is fierce, but his pupils expand to make his amber eyes become even darker, as he allows himself to toy with the thought.
Owning her forever. She will wear his beast's claim like a brand.
Then, with a low warning growl, he starts to nudge Daela off his thigh, deciding that it's too dangerous to hold her this close, not when his canines are already drooling.
His primal side cannot handle such inviting declaration.
"If I let you go right now, you better leave. I don't have enough control to hold myself back," His jaw ticks with internal struggle, the heat around him intensifying. "So, do not make a joke of it!"
