Just the water lapping. Just the distant call of something nocturnal in the canopy above. Just Dimitri's breathing, still ragged at the edges, and her own heartbeat thudding in her ears.
His hand was still holding hers.
The water's surface trembled as Felicity's healed body floated, moonlight catching the slick trails of six loads still painting her thighs like a fucking canvas. Dimitri's albino fur glowed like bleached bone against the shadows, his eyes two smouldering coals of amber locked onto her. That massive hand released her chin, sliding down her throat, over the swell of her pregnant belly, his cubs swelling beneath her navel and finally gripped her hipbone hard enough to bruise.
"Fresh," he growled, the sound vibrating through the humid air. "Tight. Mine."
He released her hand.
