Chapter 11 Bonds That Should Never Have Been Formed

POV Lyra:

His roar is loud.

I revel in the sound, riding him faster. His claws tear into my skin, but there’s no pain—only an indescribable pleasure.

Eryx sits up and grips my hair, pulling me back.

I moan at the sharp, welcome sting, riding him harder, faster.

“Lyra…”

Draven steps close...

Login and Continue Reading