Kiara sat up, exposing the full, round breasts on her chest, pink nipples at attention, and skin uneven with goosebumps. “If you care about me as your fated mate enough not to slaughter me, then you’ll care enough to let me go so I can rescue my mother.” There was no begging in her voice, no sweetness of manipulation, just cold hard demand.

I didn’t want to step any closer, or else she’d see my excitement through my sweats. Just the image of her aroused me, disregarding the merciless ...