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Similar phrases echoed all around us like a macabre cult scene from a movie. He didn’t say anything to me.

The base of his statue had different gifts, from breads, to pastries . . . to dead bodies?

“Who are they?”

“Worshippers.”

The Novian woman who had first spoken jumped to her feet with a gasp, her eyes focused on me.

“How dare you question a god?” she spat at me. Rage sparked in her eyes, and she bared her sharp teeth.

The shadows whipped out, converging on her, and left behind a husk.

“She has been sacrificed,” a few scattered voices announced from different points in the crowd.

“Take me next, Lord of Shadows,” a soft feminine voice cried, staggering forward and falling to the ground at his hooved feet. She shrugged off her robe, leaving her naked. “I am yours!”

“This has gotten too weird,” I muttered. “Can we go?” I didn’t want to spend my last moments watching people fawn over him.

Corvus spread his wings, ignoring the gasps and pleas from the people prostrated across the foliage.

Some seemed to want things from him, others feared him, rightfully so, and I . . . I was attracted to him.

I groaned and closed my eyes. I guessed, since I was going to die, there was no use agonizing myself over it.

It didn’t take him long to get us up to the terrace of his bedroom, the same spot he’d fucked me. Upon landing, he placed me down, and I gripped the balustrade for balance. “How many people are trapped in your prison?”

“Prison,” he chuckled, “those were souls that attacked my home, they deserved a drawn-out punishment. And.” He stretched his wings out. “Human souls are much tastier,” he purred. “For the same energy I receive from one human, it would take five Novians.” The last part of his sentence tapered off, and he stretched an arm out, palm settling against the column framing the entrance. Corvus shook his head and leaned heavily on his side. In a sudden movement, he collapsed to the ground.

“Corvus?” I shouted, running to him. His head thumped against the column, and his eyelids dropped. “Shit.” I gripped his arm, tugging to raise it, but my God, he was heavy.

“Wake up, Corvus.” I yanked at his arm and managed to lift the dead weight. “You are so damn heavy,” I panted.

He groaned, his head rolling on the column. “Come on, get your shadows to help me.” Tendrils slid out of the pulsating cloud clinging to him and wrapped around his waist, assisting me in my effort. “Just a few feet,” I grunted, exerting and pulling until the shadows had him lying out on the bed.

Corvus peered at me through thin eyes before they finally shuttered the rest of the way. His body stiffened, and pain flitted over his features.

I sighed, settling next to him. It’d been a long day, so I’d take a little rest before heading down to those cells again. I nestled against his side . . .

A throbthrough my channel woke me from sleep. I groggily opened my eyes, peering down to find Corvus’s head between my legs. The tips of his hair tickled the inside of my thighs.

He swiped his long, rough tongue up my slit and I groaned, my lips parting with a gasp.

“Your body reacts so well, Little Mortal,” he murmured and shoved his tongue inside my channel. The front of his sharp teeth pushed against my sex. The dangerous weapon being so close to my sensitive flesh should have tempered my desire, but it had the opposite effect.

I gripped his horns, holding on for dear life as he ate me out with his rough tongue spearing into me.

“Corvus,” I whimpered, and his movement became more insistent. My legs began to tremble, and heat expanded in my gut until it was so searing, I couldn’t handle it.

Cries and mumbled nonsense spilled from my mouth.

My sex grew so sensitive, I tried to back away, but he didn’t allow my retreat. I gripped his horns like bars, using them as a perch as I ground upward against his mouth.

I went supine, strength leaking out of my limbs until I was goo. Panting, I stared at the textured ceiling, reveling in the rocking release.

Corvus moaned against my folds, and his tongue continued to lap against me despite my sensitivity.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “Give me more of your delightful taste.”