Jenaveve snarled as she pulled Rían to his knees. Although she was strong, he could have broken out of her hold, he could have kept himself on his feet if he had wanted to. Even with her feral strength, she was still only a wolf and was no match for a Lycan. But he let her force him to the ground, knowing that if he challenged her, he would only lose her more to the blood rage. There was only one other way to reach her.
“Jen, you don’t want to hurt me,” it came out grated under the continued pressure of his strangled throat. Slowly, so she wouldn’t freak out any further, Rían brought his hand up to her bare arm. The second his fingers came into contact with her skin, he noticed her trembling, knowing she felt the scânteie. He rasped, also affected by its delicious sensations, “You feel th
