The shift happened without warning.
One moment, Lian was beneath her — weak, drinking, barely conscious. The next, his body surged with power, ancient and terrible, his back arching off the bed, his roar vibrating through her bones.
The curse shattered. Soren felt it, the moment his heart restarted, thundering against her palm where she pressed against his chest.
The black veins vanished, consumed by the inferno of his restored power. His eyes — when they opened — were no longer glazed with death, but burning with something far more dangerous.
Lust. Hunger. Possession.
He flipped her. Soren found herself on her back, Lian above her, his c**k still buried deep, his fangs still in her throat.
But he was different now — stronger, wilder, no longer the controlled lord but the feral pre
