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Part of me is sounding the alarm, telling me to get out of there. The spell worked, and she’s a human. I gave her what she wanted; she doesn’t deserve anything else.

But I want to touch her.

I think I might die if I don’t.

Not for her, but for me.

Because I barely remember what it was like to explore a woman’s body.

Because it’s been centuries since I took my vows.

Because I want, crave, need to feel her from the inside. I want to touch, suck, taste this ripe new cunt.

Aragon, you’re becoming an animal, the tiny voice in my head says. Tread carefully, or you might stay an animal.

But why should I deny myself what I truly am?

Oh, I am truly bargaining with myself now.

“Please,” she says again on another ragged, whispered moan. With the spell, I took away her ability to scream or raise her voice, so she’ll always be stuck whispering, but these breathless sounds are like a lightning bolt to my cock.

Fuck it.

With a grunt, I run my hand down the downy softness of her inner thigh, so pale, so perfect, until my fingertips brush against her bare cunt, warm and smooth as velvet.

Christ, I swear, though he can’t help me now.

No one can.

She sucks in her breath and stares at me in such a way that I feel like I’m falling down a rabbit hole. And I thought bloodsuckers were the only ones who could compel. Then again, she is a Syren. It’s what they’re known for.

And in this moment, I don’t care.

I slide my hand up until my fingers meet her where she’s hot and wet, so damn wet, and I fear my cock might break through my trousers.

She groans, her head rolling back, her mouth open, and I feel like a starving man at a banquet, ravenous and wild and unsure where to start. I want to lick the blood that still trickles from the puncture wounds I left in her neck. I want to kiss that hot, wet mouth. I want to take my cock out and thrust it inside her until the breath is knocked out of her lungs, another way of nailing her to this cross.

Your vows, I remind myself. Remember your vows, Father.

I grunt in frustration and then drive two fingers inside her instead.

She gasps, staring at me with wide eyes as I start pumping my hand, letting her coat me. My thumb slides to her clit, swollen already with need, and I can’t help but moan myself, the feeling of her satiny smooth, slick skin enough to make me lose my mind.

“Can you feel this?” I murmur, leaning in to lick up the side of her neck, tasting her sweat and blood.

“Yes,” she cries out softly. “Don’t stop, please.”

The word please sets me off. The soft begging. My God, all I want is for her to beg me for the rest of my life.

“You want me to make you come?” I ask, my voice ragged and raw as I suck at the soft skin beneath her ear as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, adding another, feeling her drip down my hand. “Do you want to know what that feels like with this new cunt of yours?”

She lets out a whimpering noise, and I slide my thumb harder around her clit.

God, she’s perfect.

She’s so perfect.

“Oh!” She gasps, and I can feel her body tighten like a knot, smell her desire reach the threshold.