Untamed lust

Rygan was in a rut.

Elise was frozen by the fact that his body was in a rut while they were trapped in a dungeon; it was dangerous for him to be unguarded and so powerless to his feral side right now.

“Elise, mate,” he grunts, his breath getting hotter as Elise approaches closer to where he sits up. She raises her arms to palm and caresses his face in her hold, feeling how warm his skin was.

“Rygan, look at me. Can you control it? You have to," she mutters to him. She held his face, peering at his gaze and studying his storm-grey pupils that were now dilated and glazed with lust.

His temperature was getting hotter, and it wasn’t good for the healing. “Fuck..it can't-ugh,” he groaned. Elise felt panic take over as she didn’t know what to do at that moment. If it was anything like the first time they met in that dark cell, she knew it wouldn’t take long before he completely lost himself.

They were just an earshot from the door, but he couldn’t hold his lust any longer as he