Jax landed hard on the broad, dark back of Grumjaw the gorilla beast. Before he could even get his bearings, Lyra was on him. She swung a leg over his hips, her weight pinning him down. It was a clear sign that she was in charge.
Her pack of beasts watched silently. Valkrygor stood with its arms crossed and Marrow Dancer swayed, its eyes fixed on Lyra with a strange respect.
'So this is her pack', Jax thought. 'Bonded because they're all twisted they're all similar. How predictable.'
Without a word, her hands went to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the fabric up slowly, revealing her powerful thighs until it bunched at her hips.
A strip of black lace strained against her skin, her panties hugging the full mound of her sex. The fabric was stretched tight, a thin barrier over her heat.
"System's being a prude," she stated, tugging at the waistband. "I can't remove these. But you can ignore them. Pretend they aren't even there."
