Chapter 32
Liberty’s fangs had extended even further, and his teeth bore that familiar aching sensation. He drew the tips of his elongated canines over Rory’s neck, over the skin and raising blood to the surface, not quite breaking through.
Rory arched up underneath him, and his fingers tightened in Liberty’s hair. Libs growled in the back of his throat.
“Yes,” Rory hissed through locked teeth, eyes clenched. “Take what you want.”
“You really need to get a sense of self-preservation,” Libs rumbled against his throat, his voice vibrating in his chest.
“Traded mine for a Ranger’s badge,” Rory panted in reply, writhing against him.
Libs closed his eyes in defeat. “You ridiculous man.”