The sound of the gold dress tearing was the loudest thing in the room.
RIIIIIIP.
Fabric that cost more than a village's annual harvest shredded like tissue paper under Kaelen's claws. It fell in tatters to the stone floor, leaving Roxy exposed, shivering, and trapped between a Dragon and a Wolf who had lost their minds.
"Zarek... Kaelen..." Roxy gasped, her hands pinned above her head by Zarek's massive grip.
Zarek growled, shutting her up, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He bit down.
It wasn't a love bite. It was a brand. His teeth sank into the soft muscle of her shoulder, right over the spot where Torian had kissed her. The pain was sharp, immediate, and grounding.
"Mine," Zarek vibrated against her skin, lapping up the droplet of blood.
Below them, Kaelen was on his knees. The Wolf King wasn't interested in marking her neck. He was interested in the source of the scent.
