Voren had zero intention of handing Bloodfang his human body for another round of pleasure until after Seraphine gave birth, so he drifted under completely, locking himself away from the temptation to step back in.
Seraphine had done the same, praying that from this day forward her wolf would finally get her fill and quit hounding her. She quickly realized she'd taken on more than she could handle.
Every inch of her body throbbed and burned, inner thighs slick and trembling, the deep ache between her legs a constant pulse that made her whimper with every shallow breath. Her wolf stayed stubbornly silent about helping.
'Sera, I'm wiped. Just ride it out,' Marsha's voice came through heavy with exhaustion, but Seraphine wasn't having any of it.
'I'm the one carrying this baby. Heal me up or you can forget ever getting another shot at this.'
