Warning: Mature Content Ahead (Not too intense)
"That's it, Elo. Give in to the bad in me," he murmured, his fangs already hinting at their elongation, peeking just past his lips as he nipped at my collarbone.
He didn't break my skin, but was close—teasing the edge of danger that made my pulse thunder. His other hand slid under my shorts, fingers tracing the seam of my panties before pushing them aside.
He didn't enter me but he stroked along my slick folds, parting them with two fingers, circling my clit with a pressure that was both torturous and exquisite.
I arched into his touch, my nails raking down his back, tearing at his shirt until I felt the heat of his skin. He was all corded muscle and feral energy.
"That body is a weapon honed for conquests." Nyla giggled greedily.
The rogue king wasn't playing by pack rules; he was devouring me piece by piece, his touches possessive and wild, like he could fuck the loyalty out of me right there.
