Lorien’s POV
Sleep was impossible.
My body burned like a raging wildfire, molten heat coursing through my veins, setting every nerve alight with unrelenting need. Every inch of me was tense, restless, on edge. Desperate.
It had been days since my rut started, and every second was an agonizing battle against instinct. My body demanded release—demanded her. It screamed at me to claim, to knot, to breed, to mark, to fill. The primal urges were overwhelming, consuming, suffocating.
And Kamrynn was just in the next room.
I turned onto my side, gripping the couch cushion in frustration. My c***s ached, hard and heavy, throbbing painfully against my abdomen. My fangs pulsed with need, aching to sink into her soft skin. My claws twitched restlessly, curling into the fabric beneath me. It took
