Her voice was breathless, barely audible over the pounding of blood in Kaius's ears. The warrior kneeling before her, oblivious to the invisible storm crashing between them, continued his worship, his hands still clutching the silky fabric of her dress, his mouth still working against her heated flesh. But she was no longer focused on him. Her gaze was locked on Kaius, her pupils dilated, her breath uneven.
Kaius felt something inside him snap. The image in front of him, his mate, his fated mate, in the arms of another man, indulging herself with no shame, no remorse, sent an indescribable pain slicing through him like a thousand knives. His heart thundered in his chest, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to tear the warrior apart, to claim what was his, to remind her who she be
