His Words

Darius inwardly cursed. He was hurt by what Xen had said to him. And yet that feeling was quickly dismissed as a roguish smile curved onto his lips.

He could smell it. It was a strong and sweet smell like no other, and she only had said smell during that night. The smell of needing to be touched by him… It was intoxicating… So much so that it penetrated his insides. 

He inwardly growled at the sensation. Even now, he could feel and hear the erratic beating of her heart; her very soul attempting to sync with his despite her best efforts. 

[Why is she still denying it?] he inwardly thought.

[You should remind her how she relieved herself using your body,] Zeus impatiently retorted. [Corner her. Make her yours.] 

Darius let out a sigh, not bothering to respond to his inner wolf as he rode on. Even now, his arm was still wrapped possessively around Xenia's waist, and it would take a miracle before he'd willingly let go of her.