This time, Mirabelle noticed the pain her mate was going through.
Perhaps because her mind wasn't clouded by desire and the haze of an orgasm.
Perhaps because the grip of that ancient force wasn't wrapped around her quite as tightly as it had been the first two times.
Her eyes were closed as her fangs pierced Lucien's neck. With her vision gone, her senses focused even more intensely on their bond.
Shock flooded her.
She felt the unbearable wave of pain crashing through the fox Beastman.
The bond was supposed to transmit only emotions andnd yet it felt as though her veins had suddenly begun itching from the inside.
A fire — nothing like the burning heat of desire — spread through her body, consuming every organ from within.
A sharp, tingling agony became the only thing that seemed to exist.
Beneath her featherlight touch, the Beastman's body jerked and convulsed.
