Noah pressed his weight over me, his eyes dark with a territorial hunger that made my pulse thrum in my ears. He didn't move to kiss me again immediately; instead, he hovered just inches away, his breath lingering over my lips.
It felt like this punishment was going to be torture.
"Did you think we didn't notice, Arinya?" Noah murmured, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against my skin. "The way you looked at the sea prince on the beach. The way your eyes traced his skin before he even had his hides on?"
I tried to swallow, but my throat felt tight.
"Noah, I was just... curious. He's a Prince from the sea. It's not every day a merman washes up."
"Curious," Fenric huffed from my side. His hand drifted down to my stomach, his fingers tracing the faint, stretch marks on my belly, the ones left behind by the cubs.
He followed the lines with a slow, reverent deliberation, his touch sparking a different kind of heat, and I shivered.
