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His towering frame loomed over me, his silvery-gray skin seeming to glisten in the flickering light of the fire and the shimmer of the moonlight.

His black horns curved almost menacingly from his skull, but I remembered how he had rubbed them all along my inner thighs and pussy, so softly, bringing forth nothing but pleasure. I could smell myself on them, see the wetness smeared over them from my arousal. It was likeIhad markedhim.

His massive wings stretched out wide, casting more shadows that danced across the cave walls. His now glowing eyes bore into mine, unblinking, waiting for my answer.

“No,” I finally answered, that lone word honest. “Not… not anymore… Marrex.”

His whole body shuddered, as if hearing me say his name was an aphrodisiac.

His hand moved to cup my face, so big that it was hard not to feel tiny, minuscule, in his presence. I leaned into his touch, my heart racing, because this felt so good.

It feels so right.

“That pleases me, my female,” he purred, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He was careful not to cut me with his claw. “Because tonight, I’m going to claim you completely.”

I felt a warmth spread through me. His words were final. Every night, he touched me, teased me, drove me to the edge of insanity with his fangs, claws, and horns, but he had never penetrated me, never taken me over the edge. No matter how much I’d begged him to with the silent pleas of my body’s reactions and my unhindered moans.

But tonight was different. Tonight, there would be no turning back.

The softness of the furs contrasted with the hardness of his massive body. His gaze was consumed with every detail of my body.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. I gasped, my back arching as that small sensation sent sparks of pleasure through me.

Marrex extended his wings and curled them around us, blocking out all light so the only illumination came from his eyes.

“Touch me,” he demanded quietly, and my fingers found the membrane of his wings.

I marveled at the texture. “You’re so soft,” I murmured.

“You’re softer,” he groaned and closed his eyes, his hard body shaking as if my small touch ignited something primal in him. “So fragile. But you’re mine, Freydis. Mine in all ways.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples hardening until they ached, and my pussy became even more drenched than it had been already.

With my other hand, I reached up, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool surface of one of his horns. He growled low in his throat, a sound that was almost a purr, and tipped his head into my touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my fingers exploring the curve of his horn while my other hand traced the veins in his wing.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he caught my wrist in his hand, his grip firm but not painful, and guided my hand lower to the smooth, hard bare skin of his chest.

Right over his heart.

The beat was strong beneath my palm, his body heat seeping into me, warming me to my core. There was no ignoring or denying his strength and how it made up every inch of his powerful body.

I could tell how even the lightest touch I gave him affected Marrex deeply. I ran my hands over his muscular chest, feeling the hard planes and the way his muscles flexed beneath my palm.

Although I’d never been with a man—thankfully always escaping before being forced in that way—I knew how they were formed. Marrex was very similarly made, but he was also different in just as many ways.

And he wants me as his alone.

He leaned back to look at my bare breasts, which were fuller than they had ever been. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with primal need. “So pretty, Freydis.”

He leaned down, his fangs grazing my throat as he kissed a trail of fire down my neck, over my collarbone, and stopped at the swell of my breast.

I was burning alive. I moaned as I tangled my hands in his short, black hair. He dragged his tongue over my nipple, teasing it to a harder peak.

“Marrex,” I moaned. “More,” begged my voice, which was barely a whisper.

He growled again, a sound so animalistic it sent a thrill through me. With my eyes closed, I just… felt. His hands moved lower, his claws lightly scratching my thighs as he spread my legs as wide as they would go.