"But... b-but—"
"Shh, Lily. No words."
Artis's voice was a deep, husky purr, the kind that could make a nun reconsider her vows. And that was all it took.
Lily's resolve shattered, and before she could stop herself, she let out the most embarrassingly sexy moan that had ever escaped her lips.
It was the kind of sound that could make grown men cry—or, in this case, make every guy within earshot pop a boner so hard they'd be pitching tents for days.
The moan was practically weaponized.
The men sprawled around the clearing—bruised, defeated, egos crushed—perked up immediately, eyes wide, jaws slack.
A couple of them actually gasped, and one poor bastard clutched his chest like he was having a heart attack. But nope. Just his dick twitching so violently he might as well have been electrocuted.
"Did... did she just...?" one guy stammered, his voice cracking.