"When I didn't even cum? You shouldn't be mad, and instead should be saying thank you."
Lexianna physically gagged.
The sheer, unfiltered crassness of the statement, delivered in Koa's smooth, melodic tenor, was so violently jarring against his pristine, emerald-clad elegance that her brain momentarily short-circuited. She stared up at the Serpent King from the steaming waters of the thermal pond, her silver eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated disgust.
She was clutching the dying, freezing body of her husband to her chest, her arms aching and her core depleted, and this ancient, cold-blooded predator had the audacity to complain about a lack of climax.
"I am going to kill you," Lexianna snarled, her voice a jagged blade that sliced through the heavy steam of the enclosed garden. "I am going to rip the fangs from your skull and mount your head on a spike in my boardroom. If you take one step closer to this water, I will vaporize you."
