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“Enough.” He pulled the blanket over my body. “Sleep, Little Mortal.”

He leaned down and licked my cheek. I could only gawk at the length of his tongue; it was three times the length of a human one and the surface was rough.

He straightened, observing me expectantly. After another few seconds of him watching me, I licked my lips nervously.

“And you’re going to just stand there?” I blinked up at him. “Like right there?”

He didn’t answer, and those eerie black eyes didn’t waver. The light from the torches played along his features, making him look evil. I closed my eyes, not having the energy to fight. Not when I was already fighting the desire that he’d sparked to life.

As I slipped into sleep, the familiar sensation of being watched settled over me. I’d become used to it in the recent years, so it’d become a comfort, like I wasn’t alone.

As wrong as it was, clinging to the creature determined to have my soul seemed to be my only choice.

Weak,sniveling humans. They were only useful as a meal.

Yet, this one had made not one, but two deals with me.

She nestled deeper into the bed. Her lips parted with a small exhale. She had caused my release with that same mouth. My first from a human. With my prior sacrifices, one had tried to seduce me to gain her freedom, but her efforts were pathetic. I believed it would be the same with this one. That I would throw her into thefeeding roomonly to retrieve her once Novareth arrived—to devour her soul.

This Little Mortal had succeeded in bringing me to release in such a short span of time, when even Novian women always took much longer to pleasure me.

But I had already decided her fate . . . and I had no plans of letting her go.

The incessant sensationbetween my legs roused me from a deep sleep. I moaned, waking fully to my channel clenching with repeated throbs. I arched my hips to meet the tongue that hadn’t stopped thrusting.

My brain struggled to catch up with the pleasure slithering up my spine. I focused on the large wings and ram horns within my view. I caught a flash of his long tongue shoved inside my sex.

“Stop!” I croaked, and he pulled back, but only to run his tongue up my slit again, inciting those same shivers. Dear God, this felt so good, but was so wrong. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to the rough rasp. His head twisted the slightest bit, and he rubbed it against my inner walls. His tongue went so deep, I felt utterly full. He flicked the tip inside me, touchingsomething. Gasping, my back arched off the bed. Sweet fucking bliss.

I whimpered, and my hands slid down to grip the top of his horns. My fingers slipped through the little nook, and the rough texture rubbed against my palms as I grabbed onto the thick protrusion as best I could. As I tipped my hips toward the pressure of his tongue, he thrust it inside me.

His sharp teeth were so close to my sensitive sex, but all I could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure.

He lifted from my needy heat and I cried out at the loss. The Lord of Shadows climbed over me, his body sinewy and movements too smooth. His knees pressed between my thighs. He paused there while his shadows tore the front of his linen pants open, making his cock spring free.

He leaned forward, propping his hands on the bed and continued the crawl up my body.

“What are you doing?” I breathed. He peered into my eyes, and the faint gray light from the window played along the side of his face, enhancing the eeriness of his onyx eyes.

“I am going to fuck you.” His roughened words reached into my stomach and fanned my flare of desire. He said it like he was gifting me something, but right now, I didn’t care.

He took my hips, the tips of his claws digging into my skin. My skirt bunched at my waist, and I pressed my palms to his torso. My hands spanned against his skin where his shirt split. The smooth, marbled texture was cold, but it did nothing to calm the burning in my body.

“At least let me wake up—” I cut off with a gasp. His cock slammed into me, and I gasped, stiffening from the invasion. “You’re too big.” I whimpered.

“You will take me,” he murmured, hovering over me. He reached out, and the back of his finger slid down my cheek in a caress. The careful touch was at such an opposite with howabrupt and violent he’d been when he kidnapped me from my home, but he moved hesitantly, as if he didn’t know how to be gentle.

“Stop.” My protest was weak and unsure, even to my ears.

He twisted his hips to feed another inch of his cock inside me. I screamed from the sudden stretch. Pain and pleasure molded together, fighting with one another.

“It hurts,” I whimpered.

“Hurts?” He cocked his head. “That is a good thing.” He sounded so sure, yet he seethed with confusion.

“No, it’s not.” I bunched the edges of his shirt in my fists.

There was a decision to make, and it was my only choice.