“I remember,” I whisper, my tone a sinful caress. “I remember every little thing about you, Dagny. The things you want others to notice, and the things you don’t.” His smile widens. “Those are my favorite. The dark and wicked nature you hide from the light—from anyone who dares to get too close.”

She shivers as I reach up, fisting a hand in her long black hair. I pull her head to the side, exposing her neck and allowing me to drag my tongue up the base of her throat.

“You taste devine,” I growl, jerking my hips and pressing the outline of my hard cock against her center.

Dagny gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as her lips part, full and pink and begging for a kiss. I’m about to steal one when a high-pitched meow breaks out over my shoulder, startling me out of the trance Dagny dragged me under.

Blinking to clear away the fog, I force my hands back to my side and take a step back, the lack of contact causing bolts of agony to strike my heartless chest. I tear my eyes away from the stunning creature before me, my entire body thrumming with agony as I turn them to the far corner of the room.

“Ah. Just in time.” A small smirk tugs at my mouth at the sight of my familiar Nya materializing from the shadows.

Nya’s fluffy black tail is the last to form out of the swirling darkness, swishing side to side as she lazily slinks across the floor, her glowing red eyes trained on Dagny. Just behind, a wolf pup follows, bounding after the small black cat with a dark green tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Bright emerald eyes latch onto Dagny before widening, the pupils narrowing to pinpoints as the pup freezes mid-step. His rear end plops onto the stone floor, tail swishing in the blood and vomit carelessly as he gazes at the beautiful little halfling with unabashed love and adoration.

This is Echo. I speak into her mind as I gesture to the dark-haired wolf pup. If you couldn’t tell, he’s as enamored with you as I am.

“I see that,” she murmurs, her eyes widening in embarrassment when she realizes she wasn’t speaking through the bond. What’s he doing here?

My smirk widens to a full-fledged grin at her question. I already told you, sweet little thing. It’s time to bond with Fenryr.

Dagny’s gaze is drawn to the space over my shoulder, tethered by that invisible thread—and I know when I look, I’ll find a pair of familiar green eyes gleaming through the dark.

Sure enough, when I turn, Fenryr is awake, his emerald irises trained on Dagny’s swollen pink lips, gleaming with a hunger I know all too well.