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My core flexed in answer, and I throbbed with need. His tongue slid back into my channel, gliding with deep, long licks. The careful coaxing swelled another release. I bunched the fabric I lay on, my body straining from the command of his tongue.

Legs twitching from the overstimulation, I rolled my head from side to side, panting.

“Corvus.”

He purred against my sex and, with a final lick, rose on his arms. The defined dips of his arms bulged, and I reveled in the drastic differences in his body. Where his arm bent, the boneseemed larger and to have a wider range of motion, giving him the agility to crawl up my body.

He moved with feline grace until he hovered over me.

I tucked my chin against my chest, watching him near until he was over my breasts. He lowered smoothly, his wings shaking outward, and he flicked his tongue out to caress my nipple. I gasped, jerking from the overload of sensation.

His deep, resonating purr tickled my skin, and he inched up the rest of the way, spreading my thighs and sinking into my core.

My lips parted on a ragged exhale. He nudged harder against me until he was flush to my hips, seated as deep as he could be. My God, he was so good at this. He’d mentioned he’d had multiple sacrifices . . .

“Did you wake your last sacrifices like this?” I said, hoarse. My sex clasped him, and I couldn’t help flexing to grind harder against him. I moaned, so excruciatingly turned on.

“Like this?” He cocked his head. He rose to his hands, head arched to look at me, and I had to angle my chin up to keep his onyx gaze. He pumped his hips, bringing fire to life. “Fucking?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “did you fuck them?”

A noise left him, it sounded like stones rubbing together, rough, abrasive, and booming. Was he laughing?

I peered up at him from drooping eyelids. The corners of his mouth were spread wider than humanly possible—frighteningly—and showed too many sharp teeth. The white, glinting surfaces could rip me to shreds; having the weapons so close to my sensitive folds shouldn’t turn me on.

“Jealousy. The human fallacy.” He seemed too pleased.

He pumped his hips, feeding the thicker base of his cock into me, halting my retort. I gasped, my hips arching to meet him.

“Answer my question.” I pressed my palms onto the hard surface of his smooth chest. He didn’t have nipples, but his body was tapered with lean, cold muscle.

“I did not fuck any of them. One human attempted—and failed—to tempt me. They all simply sniveled and cried until their death.”

Him saying that made me glad for some weird reason, and that was when I knew there was no turning back. He’d altered my brain, because why was I so fucking happy he had only forced it with me?

The pump of his hips quickened, and the nude girl from earlier came to mind.

“What about your worshippers?” He stopped moving and bared his teeth with that terrifying smile. I scowled and reached up to grab his ram’s horn. “Tell me.”

Another rough chuckle left his lips.

“They have offered to pleasure me. I have accepted,” Corvus said. “I never allowed a lover to live after pleasing me. Count yourself fortunate.”

So he’d killed everyone he’d fucked. That should be my primary focus, but the sick jealousy in my gut wouldn’t let me. He ground against me, causing my channel to flutter around him and wring a moan from deep in my gut.

“But you . . . I could eat and fuck you without end,” he purred in my ear.

I bunched the feathers on his shoulders.

“Flip us over,” I ordered. His shoulders rippled, and he gripped my hips, lifting me while keeping me speared on his shaft. I scrambled to grab onto his shoulder. In a smooth sprawl, he lay on his back, keeping me seated on him. The angle change sent a shiver through my core, and my channel clasped his cock.

His mouth curved into a snarl.

“Was this what they would do to please you?” I murmured, gyrating my hips and taking every inch of his cock. He exhaled sharply. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the tuft of feathers above his cock, and rolled my hips.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the slackened features of his face. It caused some violent need in my gut that wanted to make him fall apart. I was lost, and it was his fault because I didn’t fucking care.

Having minimal experience, I hadn’t felt pleasure that came close to this, even with my vibrator. My moans echoed and bounced off the walls, blazing my lust to painful extents.