Losing Control

RETH

After more kisses and a groaning goodbye, Reth dressed, packed a travel roll, and made his way out of the Cave, every muscle in him pulling him back, towards Elia. He was still twitching from the shock of having the mating interrupted, his skin feeling all at once, too loose, and too tight. He wanted to growl, he wanted to roar, and he wanted to run back to the cave and lock the door and plunge into Elia.

Sometimes being King sucked.

Behryn waited for him in the clearing, talking quietly with the other Leonine men he'd brought for the hunt. The moon was high and almost full, the light as bright as daylight to Reth's eyes. He made a quick scan of the clearing checking that the Equine guards remained with their backs to the cave, watching the forest around them. He hated leaving Elia—but he hated the idea of someone coming after her while he was gone even more.