The air in the pavilion was thick with primal energy, charged and wild. By the time Dew and Dusk arrived, the scene was already a storm of sensation.
Aurex, his back to them, was a study in coiled tension. He sensed their intrusion immediately—his head snapped around, a low, warning growl rumbling from his chest, his eyes glowing with a feral golden light.
But before he could move, Wish, her body arched and trembling beneath Hyrin, turned her head and captured Aurex's lips with her own in a deep, grounding kiss. It was a silent command, an acceptance, and he yielded to it, the growl dissolving into a muffled groan against her mouth.
