Now I'm the one smirking. The shock is gone, burned away by the fire in my blood. This new power… it feels right. I am the fucking storm in this tent.

“Reviews are for critics,” I say, my voice a commanding rumble I’ve never heard before. “I’m here to claim.”

I drop to my knees between Kate’s spread thighs. The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

Noya’s eyes are wide, her breath coming fast. She sees the change in me. She licks her lips. “Ohh yess, Daphne… come ...