Valka
Very slowly, his hand retracts from my neck. Something is happening to him. Not something. The shift. He's shifting. His hair is way past his shoulders now, falling to his bare torso, his features starker and severe, hints of silver fur growing on his skin.
Anger completely forgotten and replaced with fear, my body quakes as he reaches for my chest, a finger hooking in the neckline of the flimsy dress and with a curious, almost reverent look, he shreds it.
Cool air kisses my skin, my nipples tightening. His claws run up the side of my neck gently, hovering over the tingling mark on my skin. Every nerve beneath my skin seems to spark and ache under the contact. "Lucien?" I breathe.
At the sound of his name, he pauses. Then blinks, brows furrowing in slight confusion. And then, he looks down at himself, at his hands, blinking again, the violet returning to his eyes briefly.
