Never in all of his experiences was he able to work with such a pliant body. Her soul was meant for his. Even if it was only in this thing that they thrived in and nothing more, Victor knew he could somehow make all of this work. The electricity between them was combustible. There was no denying she was his Eros. Her skin warmed to his touch, her body was flushed with her arousal making him and his wolf excited. In the back of his mind he knew that things were going to get bad, before they got better. But he couldn’t help that. Menes had already bonded with her. The pads of Victor’s fingers were soaked in her juices. He didn’t hesitate; half the crowd beyond him was already engaged in their own state of play with partners of their choosing as they watched the show on stage. Lust filled groans bounced off the club walls and penetrated the fog that threatened to settle permanently over him from the human strapped in a chair by a strand of pearls. Blue knew exactly what would happen if he paraded her up in front of him and the rest of the Packs.
