Gavriel’s grip on her waist tightened, his eyes never leaving hers. The mark on her skin pulsed again, burning and soothing all at once. Althea gasped, her breath catching as the strange, electric warmth coiled deeper inside her. It was more than just pleasure — it felt like the bond itself was alive, claiming her.

“I want you to remember who makes you feel like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, brushing against her ear.

Althea’s fingers trembled as they pressed against ...