Dean POV
A vicious, territorial snarl ripped through the room.
Kane.
Fucking perfect.
I lifted my head from Elena's neck, my lips still stained with her blood, my cock still buried deep inside her, and met his blazing, furious gaze.
His chest was heaving, his muscles tense, his claws halfway extended.
His eyes?
Pitch yellow.
Not from lust.
From pure, unfiltered rage.
The mate bond between us thrummed, wild and unstable, vibrating with raw tension.
I didn't fucking care.
Not now.
Not when my body was still humming from the high of claiming her, from drinking her, from sinking into her so deep I could still feel the echoes of her orgasm squeezing around me.
I let out a slow exhale, a smirk curling my lips as I snapped my hips forward one last time, forcing a strangled moan out of Elena, her body still sensitive, still writhing from overstimulation.
Kane fucking lost it.
With a roar, he lunged.
