Lazarus wanted to slam his cock inside her and sink his fangs in her pulse point. His fangs throbbed hard at the sight of his mate's nape.
Finding a mate in the Lore was rare and he had a mate who he couldn't claim. His control was slowly receding. He wanted her so badly every time of the day and night that he was keeping himself away from her as much as possible. But the attraction was so severe that he would get pulled towards her even if he was at the other end of the palace to maintain distance.
Bit by bit, Emma opened her thighs, enticing him, attracting him. She saw his fangs and her urge to feel them inside her neck overpowered her senses. Her face gone red, she let out a deep moan.
