“You’re going to regret that,” Fenric whispers in my ear, and his deep voice sounds like tease, sliding straight down my spine.

I shove him again, my breath coming fast, but it’s not from anger this time, it’s from the ache that's building inside me, so sharp and hot and nearly unbearable.

My skin burns again, tingling under the thin fabric of my nightgown, and the scent of them all, so musk, raw and overwhelming, wraps around me.

I gasp, pressing my thighs together again, ...