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His black hair, short and tousled, framed his sharp features, and his horns arched proudly from his head, daring me to touch them.

I could feel the heat of his body, smell the primal musk of him, and my breath hitched as his gaze burned into mine.

“Blaylock,” I whispered back, my voice trembling. My heart was pounding, my body already betraying me with a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

I hadn’t planned for this. I hadn’t planned forhim. But here we were, in the night garden, surrounded by exotic, blooming flowers that seemed to pulse with the same desire coursing through my veins.

His chest nearly brushed mine, and I could feel the sheer size of him crowding me and sense the raw power that poured from his enormous body.

Stroking my face, his skin was rough and warm, his claws gentle as he scraped them over my face. I leaned into it, my lips parting instinctively. His eyes seemed to darken even more, and then?—

His mouth crashed into mine again.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.

It was a kiss that told me one thing. He washungryfor me.

Blaylock’s lips were firm, demanding, and I surrendered to them instantly, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself. When he swept his tongue between the seam of my lips, I felt the prick of his fangs breaking my skin, flooding our mouths with the metallic tang of blood.

He groaned, clearly turned on as much as I was.

The feel of his tongue sliding against mine, hot and insistent, pulled a moan from me. I couldn’t help but pressagainst his much larger, harder body, seeking more of what he offered.

Blaylock’s hands moved to my waist, gripping me with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer until I straddled his lap. We were so close—nearly fused together. I felt the hard length of his huge, monster cock pressing right between my thighs.

My fingers tangled in his hair, and when they brushed against the base of his horns, he let out a low, guttural groan.

“Yes,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to look at me with eyes that were blacker than I’d ever seen them before. “Touch them. Stroke them like you would my cock.”

I gasped at his words, never hearing such vulgarity before. But the wetness dripping from my pussy told me… I liked it.

I hesitated for only a moment before my fingers traced the smooth curve of his horns. They were warm to the touch, and asI stroked them, Blaylock shuddered, his hands tightening on my waist, and his claws tearing at the material of my gown.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. His hips jerked forward, and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him, rock-solid and ready for me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like. Was he similar to a human male? Was he… something wholly different?

When he rose again, he pushed me down at the same time, my breath caught, my pussy clenched, and more wetness slipped out of me that I felt my inner thighs grow slick.

Who was this woman who came from nothing but wanted so much from her beast ofa king? “Show me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them.

Blaylock didn’t need me to elaborate. He knew what I wanted to see.

In one swift motion, he stood, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His big hands supported me effortlessly, his biceps flexing and bulging. His strength was both thrilling and terrifying.

He carried me to a soft patch of glowing, light-blue moss, the crystal veins beneath us casting an otherworldly feel to everything.

And then his hands were everywhere—touching me over my gown-covered body, exploring me in ways no other man had before. I knew this was the calm before the storm. I knew what this was to its very core.

Being claimed.

“I need to see all of you.” He looked at me with an almost pained expression on his brutally savage face.

“Bare me, Blaylock.”

He growled so loudly, so deeply, that the very walls vibrated and illuminated from the sound.

He shred my gown with the tips of his sharp claws until the tattered fabric lay on either side of my body, a barbaric testament of his need for me.

Blaylock sat back on his haunches. Wonder and gratitude flashed over his face before his fierce, primal side took over. His eyes blazed a burning trail from my face, over my full breasts, stopping on my erect nipples momentarily before landing on my glistening pussy. Baring his teeth, he flicked his very long and pointed dark gray tongue out and swiped it over his lower lip.