His dragon had been pushing hard to take Louisa in full form. His body ached. He felt as if he’d been clawed from the inside out. A glance at Brent had shown that his friend hadn’t felt the same thing. Brent looked exhausted but in high spirits. He tossed a towel to Fletch, who looked put out but eager for more. Tor didn’t blame him—Louisa was something special. Being with her had been incredible, thrilling, but it wasn’t over, not by a long shot. She was responsive and open—not one protest when the nipple and clit camps had been attached. If anything, she seemed more aroused. Flexing one hand, he tried to ignore the burst of pain with each bend of his fingers. His nails felt as if they had nearly been ripped off. He half expected to see blood when he looked down at them. Nope. Only pink fingertips, bordering on red—the only indication that there had been an attempt at a change. He wanted to ask Brent or Fletch if they had felt anything while being with Louisa but was unsure of what to say.
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