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Folding his arms, he covered his face with a palm and shook his head.Think of other things.Like the risks involved in her simply being here.She will likely be hungry soon.He didn’t want to go far, nor did he wish to leave her alone.

She seemed to like the beach. Perhaps he could offer she join him each day, rather than slithering off while she was asleep like he’d originally intended.I worry if I leave her here by herself, and my fragments render me useless for a time, she will be unprotected.

Demons often pulled him out of them, as their smells were putrid and instantly had him shoved into aggressive alertness. She would be safer with him, unless he went into a rage from fighting.

She padded around the area barefoot and appeared to be checking every nook and cranny, while Nathair was having a life crisis about what to do.

He wanted her, but doubted she’d want him in return. He wanted to protect her, but he’d likely be her demise. He wanted her to stay, but...

“Holyshit,” she rasped from the other side of the cave.

Wait.He lowered his hand and looked up, and his chest tightened when he saw her next to his nest.

Dark green flickered in his sight, and he was unsure if it was becauseshewas so close to it, or from the greed of her possibly touching his treasures. She bent over the tall edge.

Stay away from it!He let out a menacing growl.

As if she didn’t hear his warning, she said, “Where the hell did this all come from?!”

Nathair darted towards her with his growl deepening. The clinks and clatters of coins, gems, jewellery, and polished cutlery burst in his ears.

Linh tipped forward, hand outstretched, then she squealed, her legs kicking at the air as she fell inside the deep recess. Nathair received a flash of creamy thighs, of pale-green underwear, and a round backside before she disappeared... into hisbed.

Like a whiplash of fire slicing across his entire torso, Nathair halted when possessive rage bashed his being. Tension shot into his hands, prepping his claws, while his flesh seemed to tighten over his bulging, blood-filling muscles.

Her head popped up, as did her hands cupping two necklaces: one pearly, and the other silver with little white gems and a large sapphire in the middle.

She is in my nest...A shaken pant fell from him, his tentacles swirling behind his seam.Admiring its contents...He creptcloser to observe her, trying not to startle the little prey sitting in his predatory den.

He bet the contents were cool against her skin, and that she’d warm it all for him. That she’d replace the many metallic smells with her peach-and-vanilla one. It’d all glitter around her with his light brightening her.

His tongue flicked forward as he licked at his maw in interest. Desirous venom flooded his veins at just the merethought,just the imagery that plagued within his mind.

The moment his hand rested on the edge, and he leaned over to look at her, purple blasted in his sight.

He was right: the hundreds of coins, gems, and even chalices sparkled from her radiating light. A bracelet had hooked around her foot, while an unmatched set of earrings had tangled into her long, single braid.

One word echoed as a growl within his darkening thoughts:mine.Metal shifted under his weight as he entered it with her.

Unaware that the Mavka approaching her was filled with an inferno of untapped and unbridled lust, Linh stared at the necklaces in her hand with awe. Dizziness swam in his senses, like the dark desires of his kind were suffocating for something such as a Mavka.

They were insatiable, and always hungry forsomething.

“This is amazing. I’ve never seen these many riches in one place.” She tipped her glorious, smiling face at him, and her brown eyes shone. “Do you know what this could do for my village?”

She gasped when he shoved his hands against the wall of cloth and hide just behind her, trapping her in. She dropped the pieces of jewellery and rolled back until she was almost lying down. Shock marred her features, but she didn’t smell afraid.

She climbed inside my nest, my bed.

Sheput herself there.

This pretty little fucking human, and she looked wonderful in it. Smelled wonderful in it. Like she belonged there, the treasure adding to the beauty she already beheld.

She made herselfhis.

His growl turned into a thunderous purr.

Did she know what she’d just done? He wanted to think she’d done it willingly, knowingly. To have wordlessly made that statement to him. His hazing thoughts believed so.