Rayne only allowed him so far, however, before clapping a hand behind the back of his neck. Freya tried to reach for Rayne and quickly found herself caught around the waist by Fenris. She hated how easy it was for her alpha to manhandle her but kept her attention before her. Rayne leaned in, inhaling Ezra’s fear. Her beta, so often submissive with her, was showing his true colors, it seemed, snarling and growling softly against the side of Ezra’s cheek. Ezra cowered; he bowed his head, his posture that of ultimate surrender. He went down upon his forearms, raising his ass high in the air. It was a sight that no wolf could resist for all of its alluring connotations. Freya certainly couldn’t tear her eyes away from the visual communication of “I am no threat.” Fenris had drawn her back to his chest, his large paws stroking her rounded belly. He had rested his chin on her shoulder and was gently placing kisses upon the bare skin there. “He’s a nice little appetizer,” Fenris stated, the display not having gone unnoticed by him.
