The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

her breath came in short hard pants, her sharp teeth glinting like the underbelly of a shark. "hungry," came the cold wash of her voice, boiling water poured over blocks of ice. "and angry."

her own voice singed his mouth, tongue flicking across his lips as she rolled her hips up into his.

why did he question when he could forget?

the hot yellow eyes pierced for his own as muskrat lay back between the black marble pillars of his forelegs. the time for words was over. akavir must answer her another way, or lose her to the night. muskrat would not be humiliated again by the tangle of her feelings for the night man.