Aiden woke with a snarl already locked in his throat. The private sanctum's stone walls swam in the gray light of morning, and every nerve in his body felt like it had been hooked to a live current.
His cock stood rigid against his stomach, thick veins pulsing hard enough that each throb sent a fresh bead of precum sliding down the shaft.
The Ley Bond burned under his skin—not the usual warm feedback of shared pleasure, but a jagged, overloading surge that made his vision flicker at the edges.
Selene sat up beside him on the low bed, her dark hair tangled across one bare shoulder. The envoy's pale skin still carried the faint flush from the night before, but her eyes were wide and already glassy.
She felt it too. The corruption that had leaked through the upgraded bond overnight was not blocking sensation. It was flooding it.
