THERON

I licked the temporary mark on her nape, feeling her purr while she drank my blood.

It didn’t seem to hurt her and, if anything, those erotic sounds slipping out between her sucking told me she loved my essence.

I shifted to the side, lifting her in my arms and settling us.

I kissed her neck and sniffed her damp hair.

I felt too damn good to put it into words, but I wanted more.

Our bond wasn’t permanent; she didn’t belong to my race, and her animal spirit didn’t have as much awareness as my wolf.

It was just a magical shape, wilder, a bundle of feral instincts calling to us.

We’d have to find a way to mate for good. I guess, to start, I needed to know her name.

“What’s your name, my gorgeous lioness?” I whispered when her rough tongue sealed the punctures from her fangs.

She shifted a little, making us both moan. My thick knot had stayed lodged inside her soft depths.

“Hold on, baby… breathe through it or it’s going to hurt… Shhh, don’t clench anymore…” I hissed, letting the a