The Psi Wolf
The crimson fluid soaked through the fabric rapidly, refusing to stem no matter how hard I pressed, my pitch-black skin flushing a deep, burning violet under the heavy pressure of my rising arousal.
"What are you doing out there, little wolf? Return to the water immediately," Prince Cassius Nightbane’s gravelly voice cut through the thick oak door, carrying the deep, heavy tone of a dominant royal vampire who expected absolute submission.
"I will be right there," I rasped out, drawing a ragged breath until the metallic taste finally faded from my throat and the sudden rush of my Psi blood calmed down. I shoved the stained linen into the stone discard bin, smoothed down the thin white nightgo