Hell Battle

Dante lay sprawled across the Queen's immense bed, his arms resting behind his head as he gazed at the ceiling with a relaxed expression. The room still carried the scent of desire and warmth, but now, a tranquil silence dominated the space.

Siren slept on top of him, her bare body molded against his, breathing softly, completely surrendered to slumber. Her silver hair cascaded over his chest, and her warm skin contrasted with the coolness of the sheets.

He traced his fingers along the curve of her waist, feeling the softness and heat of her skin. A satisfied smile played on his lips. The mighty Werewolf Queen, always so fierce and determined, now lay vulnerable in his arms.