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The remnant agony of my slumber rippled over my body, but the sudden influx of feeding allowed me enough strength to keep me awake.

The Little Mortal had left my castle—how dare she?

Shadows whipped around my arm; violent, angry, and insistent.

I silenced them, and they calmed and curled around my arms.

“Where is the human?”

I swept a shadow out to find her so I could see her through them. A scream ripped through the air. Hers.

I plunged myself into the forest to find her.

My hair whippedaround me with such a flurry that it stung. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped me as I fell. The dark depths of the rushing river approached at a frightfully alarming rate. Rocks framed both sides. There would be no way I’d survive this. I closed my eyes.

Please let my death be fast.

A mass slammed into my side from the opposite direction I expected. The falling sensation, making my feet tingle, moved up to my stomach.

I pried my eyes open to see the Lord sneering down at me.

He’d plucked me out of the air. His wings spread out, wide and magnificent. Light glinted off them, making them seem a deep midnight blue.

“Mortal,” he spat, his wings beating with violentwhooshes. “You do not obey.” He bared his teeth, and the angle of his diveturned upward with the beat of his wings. The whipping wind pushed my hair out of my face. He kept flying, following the path up the jagged mountainside.

“Where are you going?” My words were swallowed by the wind. I gripped the front of his shirt with both fists, holding on for dear life even though he kept an arm braced under my ass. Angling my face to the side, I peered around. The ground was so far below that my stomach rose to my throat, and my fingertips stung. I held onto him tighter, squeezing so hard my hands went numb.

Corvus Zypher slowed his ascent and swooped over a dip embedded in the side of the mountain. Those people—creatures—Novians in the valley had shouted his name like they could command him based on his name. My mind was in survival mode, and even now, I struggled to make sense of the fact that I wasn’t going to die by splattering or drowning.

Corvus’s angle dipped, swooping into the side of the mountain. He slammed me against a straw-covered floor, wrenching a groan from my gut upon impact. His arms propped his body over me so he was no longer grabbing onto my butt, and he hovered over me, his teeth bared.

“What are you doing?” I panted, scrabbling to back away. I dug my heels into the floor and only managed to scoot back an inch. He yanked my legs open, snarling.

“You smell of another male,” he spat and lunged for my throat. His clawed hand wrapped around my neck, and he pinned me to the floor, stopping my frantic retreat. I gawked up at him, shoving and digging my fingers into his cold arm, but I couldn’t budge him in the slightest.

His engorged shaft bobbed, thick and dripping precum.

“Corvus—" He rammed into me, his frightening, inhuman face hovering over mine, his body curved so his cock was seated deep inside. He pulled back, dragging his length out, then heslammed back in, making my teeth rattle with the thud of our skin meeting.

I gasped, flames licking up my spine and spiraling me into fiery need. The ridges of his cock pressed against my clit, and he fit the flared base of himself inside me. The small nodules at the base must be where his hooks extended from. He grunted, animalistic and wild. So much so, it channeled this visceral reaction through my veins. Overwhelming lust wracked my sex, making my channel clench around him greedily.

His clawed hand ripped the fabric near my belly button, leaving tatters in its wake. He pressed his palm to my stomach.

“Feel me inside you, Little Mortal. You are mine. You belong to me and no other.” His words were guttural and chilling. The threat somehow fanned my need. I arched my spine to meet his next rut, my head rolling back on the straw.

His speed picked up, and every time he seated himself fully inside me, his cold thighs slapped against my more sensitive skin. The hyper-sexual sounds of fucking fired through me, driving me wild.

“More,” I moaned, running my fingers over the cold flesh of his chest.

His thrust hesitated, and I could only writhe on his cock, trying to chase the sensation that drove me crazy.

A small furrow at the base of his nose deepened with his grunt. Bliss flickered over his odd features, and he trembled.

He was so fucking hot,there I admitted it. His top lip curled up in pleasure, showing me every one of his sharp upper fangs. My channel flexed around him, and an orgasm rippled through my walls, gripping on to him tightly. He hissed, but his thrusting didn’t stop.

Shadows licked up the sides of my skin, their caresses just as delicious as the cock inside me.

His hand on my belly enhanced the fullness. I whimpered, clawing at his chest. A thin, black line opened up on his chest, and the liquid oozed out. His next thrust rubbed my thumb through the liquid and stained his cold flesh, leaving the skin clear as if there had never been a cut.