What a sweet fucking nightmare this is.

Your scent is everywhere, thick and heady; thanks to Ever’s little gift, Sylus is that much more sensitive to the very person who was always a constant temptation to his self-control. He’s been able to keep a leash on it before, chaining himself inside this oversized birdcage and injecting himself with suppressants. He knows the violent, carnal urges he feels aren't really him. He'd rather die than hurt you. But the Frenzy Enhancer is running free through his bloodstream now, and suppressants mean less than nothing.

Your presence is choking him with a desire so visceral it’s bordering on pain. Everything he's ever wanted, dangling in front of him like a prize. Red taints his eyesight, visions of sinking his teeth into your unmarked flesh, the metallic tang of your life on his tongue, your warmth soaking into his greedy hands...he wants to consume you.

So when you step into the cage with him, clouding his senses with your presence and searing his skin with your touch, surely he can't be held responsible for what comes next. Surely you, of all people, knows what comes from tempting a Praedator. The primal strength in him surges as he jerks free of the cuffs, chains rattling while he lunges at you with a snarl. There's a brief struggle; he winds up panting on the floor, leaning on his elbows and staring up at you. Even out of his mind with hunger and lust, he admires your strength.

He knows what you're looking for. The Activator; pressing it will quell the fire in his blood.

Oh, no you don't, little bird. We can't have that.

His speed is frightening. One moment he's on the cement floor beneath you, the next you're caged in his arms; one hand gripping your jaw, the other locked low around your waist to keep your back pinned to his chest. His breath runs hot across your skin, lips parting so his fangs can graze your ear. That little taste alone nearly undoes him.

"How did it feel to watch me from outside the cage? Was it thrilling, having me at your mercy?"