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He quite liked it when she said his name.

“Again,” he commanded.

“Slate. Come on.” She gave him a look that might have been frustrated if her eyes weren’t so tearful and desperate.

He held her steady. Then he eased his cockhead into her hole. Just the very tip, rocking back the moment he felt resistance. Then he pressed forward with more force.

Ruby dug her teeth into her lip.

He slowed, eyeing the white skin around her teeth. “Is it too much?”

She shook her head. “It’s just… a lot. Keep going.”

He pushed forward again. Gentle pressure, rocking back and forth until his cockhead slid further in.

Ruby moaned, her back arching. Her dark hair was splayed out over his nest, her dark eyes gazing up at him in disbelief. She looked like a creature of shadows, likehis.

Slate didn’t realize he was close until he felt that telltale twitch in his knot.

“I’m going to,” he started.

But it was too late. He came, spilling over her thighs and onto the fur lying underneath her. He had barely fit half his cockhead inside.

Ruby let out a shocked cry. She bucked against him, and his cockhead slid in a little deeper. His cock gave one last valiant twitch, and his knot thickened at his base.

Ruby sat up, her arms shaking with effort as she stared at the come dripping down her thighs.

“You can’t get me pregnant, can you?”

“Skullstalkers cannot breed,” he assured her. “Not as mortals do.”

His cock softened inside her. He started to pull out, then paused.

“Ruby,” he said.

Ruby sprawled back against the table, dazed and panting. “Slate?”

He pushed his soft cock deeper. His cockhead slipped in, and suddenly the slide was easier.

Ruby’s legs spasmed. Her mouth opened with a silent yell, her back curving hard.

“Ruby,” Slate prompted.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Slate pushed in as far as he dared. There was still significant resistance, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Not to mention, it was more difficult when he was soft. But slowly, carefully, he managed to feed several inches of his soft cock inside her.

Ruby wrapped her leg around his waist. “How much more is there?”

Slate looked down. “Most of it.”

“Godsdamn Skullstalkers,” Ruby said. But she was smiling, her face shining with sweat and triumph.

She was so beautiful. Slate wanted to eat her up. He leaned down, unsure what he was going to do until his lips pressed into hers.

She made a startled noise into his mouth. She tasted like chocolate and warmth, and something he couldn’t identify that made him think of curling up somewhere safe and secluded.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed someone. Long before he had last fucked someone, he was sure.