Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
Tears pricked my eyes; joy mixed with dread, the grove's mist swirling like it sensed the change, leaves rustling in uneasy harmony.
Thorne growled, fists clenched. 'If he's tainted, we end this now.' Warriors nodded, tension coiling, but I stepped between them, body still slick with cum, standing tall. 'No. He's mine, pack. We've bled together.' My voice carried the priestess's authority, relating to these men as kin forged in fire—their submission earlier a bridge, not a break. Kael met my eyes, nodding slowly. 'Luna speaks true. The eclipse wanes; we unite or fall.' Suspense eased a fraction, dialogues weaving loyalty back into the frayed bonds.