"You always were a lucky bastard," Eryx grunted, smirking with a terrifying look sparkling in his darkened gaze. "I prayed to Fenrir to make her mine once when she had yet to grow those titties you're squeezing. She had a spark in her, one I wanted to snuff out so fucking badly."

"Your prayers fell on deaf ears. Fenrir doesn't give any fucks about us, brother."

"No? Because I'm pretty sure you returned to find your mate untouched and as pure as the snow that falls on the ...