Isiah felt his face begin to burn, an intense flush radiating across his cheeks. He knew with absolute certainty that the heat wasn't coming from his heavy armor, nor was it caused by the stifling atmosphere of the stadium; it was entirely triggered by the scandalously explicit display unfolding right in front of him.
Down in the pit, the succubus leaned over the helpless werewolf until the spectators were granted an unhindered view of her exposed form. Unaccustomed to witnessing such raw, shameless sensuality in a public setting surrounded by thousands, Isiah felt his heart hammer violently against his ribs.
Sensors triggered by his sudden spike in heart rate, the serpent coiling around his neck constricted tightly.
"Dammit!" Isiah spat, cursing under his breath.
