The portal shimmered as Victor stepped through, the scent of alkaline air and mountain frost shedding from his skin the moment he crossed into her sanctuary. He moved with a heavy, deliberate silence, his golden eyes immediately locking onto the massive, silk-draped bed at the centre of the room.
It was a sea of muscle and fur, a protective pile of the world's most dangerous predators reduced to a quiet, huddling mass around a single woman.
As Victor approached, Voss didn't even need to be asked. The wolf-beastman, who had been holding her against his chest, instinctively shifted, sliding back to make a pocket of space at the very heart of the heat. Victor didn't hesitate. He stripped away the last of his combat gear and slid into the bed, his large frame fitting perfectly against Felicity's front.
