Target Practice

"You never run with us, only watch us pant," Faris teased from his position. Seeing how Siroos was sprinting alongside his mate to keep her motivated.

"You are not my mate," Siroos shouted back with a certain uplift of his shoulders, making Faris grin; he would be sharing this with Ranon.

Siroos focused back on Cassandra, she was going faster than he had imagined. The knee-length dress she wore was light, and her legs and arms could move freely. The beads of sweat oozing out of her skin carried her scent, which was intoxicating, to say the least.

He kept his pace according to hers.

The sturdy muscles of his thighs and arms flexed and relaxed while his bronzed skin shimmered under the November sun.

"Faster, Cassa. You can do it," he encouraged her, seeing her breath hitch and hearing her heart beat faster and faster. The ground had been smoothed but it was baking hot and emitted heat.