Noctisardor Bypass reshwe

It was wrong on many levels to use Heda like this. She was deserving of love, of something better than Anselm — and as he raked his teeth between her scarlet fur he pushed this knowledge aside. She had her chance to turn him away; she was just as complicit as he, he told himself.

A moan fluttered from her mouth, and as she touched his cheek a sensational wildfire swept under his skin. He could hold off no longer and it was then he reached to pull her under him, his preening transforming into a wanting grapple —

Suddenly, Heda froze beneath him. Anselm was not so self involved to miss this — as he froze from positioning himself atop her, he caught the surprised and speculative gaze of Druid.

This was supposed to be a private moment; anger for their discovery pouted molten from his chest. He moved like a cat discovered atop a forbidden counter, delicate and seething as he drew his gaze from Druid to Heda, unable to conjure anything but stilted breaths.

He felt shame, too. Shame that he’d reinforced Etienne’s fears and no doubt firmly cemented his longstanding role as Rivenwood’s biggest asshole.

She could join them, he thought with a twist of his gums — for what would hurt Etienne more than not one, but two?