[WARNING! MATURE Content ahead!]
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Liora froze.
Lyander's wolf hadn't even entered her yet—just pressed against her opening—but the stretch alone sent a jolt through her system. A sharp sting of pain whipped through her, stealing her breath.
She gasped, body stiffening, but his low rumble answered her instantly. The vibration from his chest intensified, reaching through her like a calming pulse, soothing the panic before it could fully bloom. Still, adrenaline surged in her veins.
"Shh . . . I'll be gentle," his voice whispered through the bond—gruff, comforting, and full of restraint.
He rocked gently against her, never forcing, applying only the barest pressure each time. Though he hadn't entered her, every push at her entrance left her gasping, the sting fading little by little with each pass. He was patient, coaxing her body to accept him.
