The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Delilah hummed against his neck, her voice a soft melody of possessiveness.
In that moment, as her fangs pressed against his flesh, Visenya was abruptly jolted from her orgasmic daze.
"Delilah, no!" Visenya's voice echoed in her mind, a desperate plea to her wolf.
"Mine!" Delilah repeated with a possessive growl, piercing Lucian's flesh just enough to draw small beads of blood.
Visenya fought with all her Alpha strength, desperately trying to restrain her wolf from marking him. To make matters worse, the bastard turned his head to the side, exposing his neck even more, further fueling Delilah's instinctual desire.