Lirien's POV
Vael pulls me into his lap on the dirty warehouse floor, his hands shaking a little as he looks at me. He touches my face where that other Alpha hit me. His fingers are warm, but I feel cold everywhere else. The smell of blood is strong, and it mixes with the smell of Vael's sweat. It smells like metal and salt and man. It should scare me, but my body doesn't care about fear right now.
The heat inside me is getting worse. It feels like a fire under my skin. Vael's scent hits my nose, and I can't stop myself. I arch my back, pushing my chest against his hard chest. A small noise comes out of my throat, like a whine. I need him. I need him so bad it hurts.
"Vael, please," I beg him. My voice sounds shaky and weak. "It hurts. Make it stop."
