Chapter 21: Hunger

After she had left, Ezra made quick use of a marble to his home.

His eyes had refused to return to their natural purple hue, constantly flickering red. He growls low. This did not bode well with him, and he still had to report to his lord. Then there was the addition of his hard-on he had yet to deal with as well as his unsatisfied hunger.

Leila’s quiet whispers and moans had left him wanting more, a lot more than she could willingly offer. Had she been any other woman, he would’ve had her undressed and bent over his office desk in a heartbeat.

He clamps down on his index finger, growling at the situation he’s placed himself in. What did he deal with first? Hunger, lust or his lord?

He goes to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt and staring in the mirror at the now healed wound in his chest. There was no sign of it having ever existed. In fact, all of his previous scars had mended entirely as well. Their traces of having existed were completely erased.