Fin's body moved before his mind gave permission, closing the distance in a blur.
His hand locked around Serena's arm, yanking her out of Dexmon's grip and against his chest so hard her boots left the ground, her back against his chest.
His fangs were in her neck before his human brain caught up.
Venom flooded into her, searing through her bloodstream with the force of a wolf who had watched his mate kiss another man and responded the only way instinct knew how. His arms were iron around her.
Xeon:MINE. She is MINE. His scent is on her mouth. Fix it.
Fin:I can't— you're already—
Xeon:DEEPER.
Serena's brain short-circuited. One moment: kissing Dex. Next moment: airborne. Current moment: venom going in her that she didn't want an audience for because it felt good and that was embarrassing.
Her eyes fluttered but she was still hanging onto awareness by a thread.
Dexmon roared.
