"You can feel him," Kaelen hissed, his voice a demonic rasp. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were pure crimson now, his fangs fully extended. "You're coming for him, Seraphina. You're drenching yourself for the Baltic King because your blood is inside his whore."
"Kaelen... please... stop it... I can't... oh god..." I was sobbing now, the pleasure so intense it was bordering on pain. I was helpless, a slave to the biological bridge I had built.
I let out a high, thin scream as another wave hit me—this one deeper, a pressurized release that made my vision white. I was shaking, my core pulsing with a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm, my body pouring out its surrender to a man ten feet away who didn't even know I was feeling him.
Kaelen was in a state of absolute, murderous chaos.
