Lyra listened to their exchange with growing dread and unwanted anticipation. Their voices sounded strange, strained, and rougher than usual. She could hear the effort it took for them to maintain control, could almost feel the tension radiating from them in waves. Her body responded to it, her nipples hardening to painful points as wetness gathered between her thighs.
'Wyn, make it stop,' she pleaded silently. 'Do not let me feel this way.'
'I cannot fight nature,' her treacherous wolf replied. 'Nor would I want to. This is right. This is how it should be.'
The bed dipped suddenly as Knox's weight settled between her spread legs. She jerked against the ropes in surprise, a small gasp escaping her lips. His hands gripped her thighs, hot and rough against her skin, pushing them wider, though the ropes already held her open.
"Fuck!" Knox cursed.
"What?" Kade snapped.
"She is drooling," Knox said with mockery thick in his voice. "You see that, brother?"
