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“Human,” I growled out, identifying the intruder who straddled me, pressing her wet opening against the pulsing heat of my sack’s slit.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

I tensed my entire body as I gripped her, using every inch of my self control to hold my slit closed against the ache of my primal need.

Why had a human crept into my chamber? Why had a human climbed on top of me and rubbed herself against me, calling me from mating hibernation? This wasn’t a thing that humans did. Humans ran away or fought. Humans tried to kill me. Humans were the constant force of evil, the enemies that wandered the halls of my home. They were to be hunted, their corpses fed to the Dungeon.

The pulsing need in my sack paired with the intoxicating smell in the air added a new detail to my knowledge of what humans were for.

Humans could be fucked.

“Why?” I hissed.

ChapterFive

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Icould feel the prick of his claws around my waist, just enough to let me know they were there but not enough to hurt.

The word ‘why?’ hung in the air between us, a question that pulled my stuttering mind over the short sequence of our communications. He said human, I said fuck me, he said why.

He said Why.

There was something swelling between my legs. I could feel it, hotter than the tail my legs were wrapped around, a focal point of heat that was pressing against my opening, pushing up against my lower lips to give a firm pressure. He was holding me there against it.

My next words caught in my mouth, and I held them there, tasting them, rolling them around as I weighed them against the total sum of my experiences, against the desire that had caused me to turn back to that page over and over again. I weighed them against the shame I had felt when one of those assholes had called me a wannabe monsterfucker, shame that came because it was true, shame I knew I didn’t need to feel, but couldn’t quite escape.

The only options at the school were monsters.

I stared at that page in the book because the idea of being with a monster who showed who he was on the outside called to me. I’d rather be a monsterfucker than a woman who settled for a partner who pretended to be a man so that he could hurt me.

I opened my mouth to let the words out.

“Why not?” I asked him.

His thumbs were over my hipbones, and one of them began to move, tracing a circle around the edge of it, shifting the fabric as the gentle touch was fuel on the flames of my desire.

“I am in my mating cycle,” came the low voice from the darkness. “I will rut you until I am satiated.”

Out of the pot and into the fire.

The urgent heat between my legs was ready to ignite.

“Is that a promise?” I asked, barely believing the words coming out of my own mouth.

I heard him suck in a harsh breath and the pressure between my legs increased. I shifted my hips, rolling them forward to press my nub against it, to rock myself into the pressure. Pleasure spiked through me, and I pulled in my own sharp gasp.

“You can still leave,” he growled as his hands tensed around my waist.

He was willing to let me go?

The thought shifted my perception of the situation. Yes, I was clearly hot for him, that was apparent from my inappropriate behavior, but at the same time, there had been the added element of the fact that part of me was afraid for my life. If he wanted to bone me, maybe he wouldn’t off me.

Except he just said I could leave.

He wanted me.

The Princes didn’t want me; they wanted to hurt me. They wanted to use me, to use my body for their amusement, to torture me so that they could protect one of their own. They didn’t care about what I wanted. If I ran from them, they wouldn’t let me go. They would have hunted me down and hurt everyone around me to teach me a lesson.