Held tight in Orion's arms, Sylvana melted.
She was a Vixen—a race bred for seduction—yet here she was, blushing like a maiden. Orion's large hand idly kneaded her plush fox ears, her most sensitive point. It was a lazy, possessive touch that short-circuited her resistance. She went limp against his chest, unable to pull away, unable to think.
Clothes were discarded, vanishing into the shadows of the throne room.
Time lost its meaning. When Sylvana finally stirred, she found herself still nestled in Orion's embrace, gazing up at the man who had so thoroughly unmade her.
"Speak," Orion rumbled, lifting her chin. Her body was still boneless, so she rested her head on his shoulder, her voice a husky whisper.
"I am ready to ascend."
She traced a finger across his chest. "I am crossing the threshold into the Legendary Rank. But... the process is dangerous. When a Seer climbs this high, the unseen world takes notice. I need your protection."
