Kael sat there like a statue carved from obsidian and bronze.
His eyes were open, glowing a dull, menacing red, but they were devoid of recognition. They were blank, distant, windows into a mind currently consumed by the fog of Feral Madness. He was looking at her, but Ren wasn't sure if he was seeing her or just a blur of prey.
However, his body was telling a very different story.
The aphrodisiac was working overtime. A heavy flush darkened his high cheekbones, and his chest heaved with shallow, rapid breaths. Between his spread thighs, his erection was fully exposed—a massive, throbbing testament to his arousal that jerked slightly with every beat of his heart.
Ren swallowed hard, her throat dry.
'Okay,' she told herself, her hands shaking. 'It's just Kael. It's just my tiger husband. I just need to... jumpstart him.'
