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Below us was a natural spring, its water having long carved a passage through the rocks. It spilled into a pool that shimmered like liquid starlight under the glow of the full moon. In that suspended moment, I was both his unwilling captive and his captivated guest, strangely mesmerized by the harsh beauty of it all.

I involuntarily shuddered with his wings’ movement and glanced up to see the monster’s eyes were locked on me. Although, right now, they didn’t glow and instead were black and bottomless, holding a possessiveness that chilled me to the core.

“So fragile,” he intoned, his voice rumbling like thunder as it echoed off the stone. “You are too soft for this world, yet strongenough to survive it. Fate has brought you here—to me—and I’ll never let you go.”

Those words were not merely spoken—they were an unyielding decree that Ifeltdeep in my core, binding my soul.

As he finally landed on his talon-tipped feet and set me down in the chamber, I felt its vastness echoing all around me. It was so loud I felt like the rocky walls could crumble at any moment.

It was in that moment, as I took everything in, that I felt the full weight of my captivity. Every inch of the cavern pulsed with an otherworldly energy—a constant reminder that I was far removed from the life I once knew.

Is that so bad?I thought to myself.

Dread and wonder filled me, causing my heart to pound. The space unfolded in a new light before me like a living entity.

I surveyed everything around me, my eyes tracing the interplay of darkness and the glimmers of light that broke through fissures in the ceiling covered in what looked like upside-down spires, and I felt a spark of defiance kindle within me. But not toward the beast nearby.

I felt Marrex behind me, watching me silently, his unforgiving power tangible. He hadn’t hurt me. In fact, he seemed like he wanted to take care of me, even tend to me.

In that breathless moment, I knew this was my life now. I accepted that every scar on the stone and every murmur of the cavern was now part of my story. Above all else, this place wassafe. Far away from the human monsters I grew up running from.

Icouldfight to escape. And I could die.

Or… I could forge a life with the very monster who sought to claim me.

5

MARREX

I’d watched her sleep for hours until the moonlight had faded and embers of pinks and oranges cast early-morning light over my lair.

Her scent was so sweet.So mine.Changing the very air of our home.

I extended my wings, feeling the first rays of the sun warm the membranes. My cock was hard, throbbing, the ridges lining my massive shaft already humming with the need to be buried deep inside of my female.

And once I penetrated her, that low hum would encompass my entire cock’s length, vibrating until mysucca—a small appendage that extended from right above the root of my shaft—would latch onto Freydis’s clit and suck until she came hard for me.

I focused on her breathing. It was even and slow while she was deep in slumber. I rose from the boulder I perched upon, tucked my wings in tightly so they were flush with my back, and moved toward her.

Intense desire consumed me, settling in my dick and making the heavy length pulse and harden even further until it waspainful. I just watched Freydis, my mouth watering, saliva dripping from my fangs.

I was starving for her.

She was in the center of my pallet, the thick furs covering her tiny human body. She’d been exhausted. It was the only reason she’d finally fell asleep despite her clear unease and confusion.

Her long, reddish hair was like the morning sun, soft and wavy, with tiny plaits at her temples. It curled gently once it dried after her bathing, and I longed to feel it on my skin as she straddled me and laid her head upon my chest.

I crouched on my haunches,curled the tip of a black claw under one of the furs, and lifted it. She was still naked, and the underside of her breast came into view, her nipple hardening when the cold air touched it.

I leaned in and scented her exposed pussy, clean from bathing in the creek and smelling slightly like the furs covering her.

Pre-cum dripped steadily out of the tip of my cock, coating the stone floor. My mouth watered, just as my cock leaked for my mate.

I pulled the top fur fully away from her, and she stirred but didn’t awaken. Her skin puckered from the chilled, early-morning air, and I stood, enjoying the view.

“Mmm,” I growled, not caring how loud I was.

Her thighs were lean and toned. I hated that they were that way because she’d been running for her life—not only when I first discovered her, but obviously for her entire life.