LYRA

A beastly roar echoed above my head and hot jets spilled into my burning mouth.

I swallowed and swallowed—Drakkar didn’t hold back at all, giving me all his essence.

My tongue licked up every last drop, eyes closed, pleasure sky-high.

Suddenly, my hair was grabbed, forcing me up.

His cock popped out of my lips with a filthy sound, and I was shoved against the rock,

facing those wild, wolfish pupils.

I didn’t resist—I let him growl like an untamed animal against my neck, feeling his fangs growing, his licks desperate.

"Aahhh!" I moaned into his jet-black hair, hugging him to me while I fed him my powerful blood.

I held back the pain from the venom that was nearly cleansed from his system, keeping that dark magic suffocating him in check.

Bent over my body, I let him drink until he was satisfied.

Our bodies and souls, more and more intertwined.

I closed my eyes lazily, basking in the release of a mind-blowing orgasm, but Aztoria spoke in my mind.

"Lyra, that woman’s been watching y