33. Zena

“Get dressed, quietly as you can,” Briss murmured, reaching behind for his own pile of clothes. Even in my state of panic seeing his huge arms stretch backwards was stunning, his wide chest expanding into a map of rippling strength. He only got a couple of hours of sleep but as soon as I smelt lemon my brain went into overdrive and I had to wake him.

I’m not losing him now. We need to get the hell out of here. At least if we are on dry land we can shift and fight. With a twinge of sadness I flung my clothes on, the joy we’d managed to indulge in for a few brief hours already interrupted.

It was magical to reconnect in body and spirit though. He understands how much I crave his body against mine. On top of me, all that weight, warmth and adoration just sent my senses haywire.

Sybil felt supercharged, my body spasming into such blinding, seismic releases under his touch that I could easily grow addicted.

Straddling him, filled with his hot seed and still pulsing cock was the most