GAHRYE
Kalle's beautiful lips pulled up in a smile. Gahrye was overwhelmed—so full of feeling just at the sight of her. He huffed the mating call, long and low. Her eyes widened and she pulled him into a kiss, her lips hot and seeking, her hands clawing into his back.
Unable to resist, he took her mouth like he wanted her body, his tongue invading the sweetness of her, lips dragging on hers.
There were far too many clothes in this room. Far too many layers between them. They needed to do something about that.
Gahrye kissed her eagerly, his hands trailing towards her buttons—but then he hesitated, remembering the story he'd heard about Elia and Reth and their aborted attempt at mating, interrupted by the guards coming in to call Reth to deal with a massive Silent One roaming the WildWood.
When he pulled back, Kalle froze, her face painted in fear. "What's wrong?"
