Lorien’s POV
But it was easier said than done. I was on fire.
Even after days of suppressing my rut, it still clawed at my insides, refusing to be ignored. The concoction I had been taking was strong—potent enough to keep me from losing control completely—but it was a temporary solution. The longer I held back, the worse the backlash would be. And now, as I sat here, drenched in sweat, my body trembling from the strain, I could feel the inevitable collapse of my self-control creeping closer.
Dragons weren’t meant to endure ruts alone. It was pure, unrelenting torture.
I laid back down, trying to take deep breaths, helplessly hoping it could do something to wither this unbearable heat clawing at my insides.
My c***s ached, swollen and twitching against the fabric of my pants, painfully
