Helen’s POV
I tilted my head back to give him access to my ear, the plane of my neck, anything he could reach through the small holes in the cell to get to me. His hand had been working overtime on my clit and the nether regions below it, drenching my bare ass against the cold floor where I let him have access through my hiked skirt.
I moaned his name, his pressure going deeper while the cut on my forehead had lost its initial sting. It was begging to heal, shrinking with every pluck of his fingers, every brush of my sensitive button, and the pure hormonal desire his lycan was exuding in this small space. It would choke me eventually but I didn’t care.
For all I knew, I was as good as dead, anyways.
“Your mark has cleared,” he panted, his hot breath even hotter than before. “I shoul
