Hades
Her sudden touch still lingered on on my throbbing length. It made it hard to think. The abstinence that I had undergone since Danielle's death had taken its toll on me. But I did not spend months in a cold dungeon for weeks on end to falter because I could not release. It did not matter how essential sex was to Lycans. But ever since she entered my life, my restraints had been slipping. Sinfully indulging in her blood and seeing her with Kael had broken the chains that I had used to hold my urges. Every nerve screamed at me to claim her. Cerberus' claws were out, snarling and poised for capture.
Her touch was my undoing. The brief contact of her hand on me had set my blood on fire, melting the iron will I'd built over years of restraint. My control that I had honed through decades of discipline and loss, splintered like fragile glass. I was losing my mind. I knew that my abstinence was not logical and it would come at a cost. Fate was a cold-hearted bitch.
