Lyra is a master thief, and the sacred relics of the Verdant Sanctum are her final score—a ticket to a new life. But the grove has a guardian, and he does not suffer trespassers lightly.
He emerges from the shadows like a nightmare of fur and muscle, a Bearman whose rage is as palpable as the ancient magic he commands. He is the protector of this sacred space, and Lyra has violated his domain. For her sacrilege, there will be a price.
Bound by living vines that respond to his will, Lyra is stripped bare and spread for his judgment. He will not offer a quick death. Instead, he will claim his payment from her body. Suspended and helpless, she becomes his plaything, her defiance broken down by a rough tongue and a dominant will. He will tease her to the brink of madness before taking her, filling every part of her with his massive, inhuman length until she is screaming his name. This is not just punishment; it is a primal claiming, a BDSM ritual that will remake the thief into his property, forever marked by his seed.
