Page 25 of Ashwood (Wallflowers and Demons #1)

Her fingers rake down my chest. She bites me. I growl. My back arches, and suddenly my claws are out—not fully. My skin burns, veins rising beneath the crimson surface. My tail threatens to emerge. I press my forehead to hers, panting.

“You would have killed him,” she reasons.

“I still might.”

I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around me. Her robe falls open entirely. I press her to the glass, and her breath fogs the pane behind her. My hand covers her mouth. Not to silence her—just to feel the sound of her moaning against my palm.

And then—

He stops.

Outside, Gabriel turns.

He sees.

He sees her—pinned to the window, naked and gasping.

He sees me—eyes dark, half-shifted, possessive, hungry.

I stare back at him, unmoving.

He does not blink. He does not walk away.

Good.

May you suffer.

He stands and he watches and even from here, glowering eyes burn me.

Katherine’s hands claw at my back, her head tipping back in surrender.

“Dorian,” she breathes.

I lower my mouth to her throat.

“Let him watch, let him remember. You are mine, Katherine.”

The robe falls around her hips.

Eyes on me, dark and wide.

But she’s not afraid.

My tail snakes and I bind her wrists. The silk cuts just slightly when she moves. Good. I want her to feel me with every twitch, every gasp.

“You’ve been disobedient,” I whisper into her ear. “You let him stand in your room. You let him speak to you. You stood between us like I’m something to be pitied.”

She flinches. But she doesn’t deny it.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

My fingers grip her hair and I pull- hard enough that she moans.

Fuck.

I shove her against the wall and she writhes, bound hands behind her, chest pressed into the cold stone above, arse raised like an offering. Her cunt is dripping, glistening in the candlelight.

“You deserved to be punished.”

“Dorian…”

One hand grips her buttocks, and already they turn red as my transformation begins. My cock dips between her thighs. I thrust between those slick lips.

My fingernails dig into her flesh.

My cock is already hard—angry and leaking.

I lean over her back, tail curling around one thigh, sharpened teeth hovering over a nipple. I want to bite, I want to ravish. I want to -

Fuck her.

She gasps when I bite down.

“Mine,” I growl.

I don’t ease in. I press the thick head against her entrance and drive deep, stretching her until she cries out. Her hands are still bound behind her. She has nothing to grab onto, nothing to do except writhe against my cock.

“I’m yours.”

I fuck her like I’m going to ruin her. Deep, controlled strokes that build and build and build. I keep one hand on her neck and the other between her thighs, stroking her bud in circles just rough enough to keep her on the edge.

I slap her cunt lightly with each thrust forward, then harder. She wails—but I feel the gush of arousal spill down my cock.

She loves it. She needs it.

She wants to taste me.

She wants to swallow me.

She wants me to fuck her in every crevice in every space.

“Beg,” I growl. “Beg harlot, beg whore. Beg, you fucking cunt.”

I shift.

“That whore in the whore in the forest wanted to swallow my cock. Did you lie, fucking harlot?”

My claws grow longer. My cock thickens—ridges along the base, veins bulging. My tail slips around and coats the entrance of that hole inside her arse, in slow and deliberate movements, while my cock stays buried in her cunt.

“Let your cunt weep for me and turn to dust.”

Consume her.

Be inside.

Fill her in all places…

I do as the beast says.

KATHERINE

He gathers the sweetness of me and then as I tighten around his thighs, he pries me apart, and shoves part of himself inside, filling me in two places.

My body arches.

Taken.

Stuffed full.

Utterly, wildly possessed.

He slides inside of me, his body cracking as he grows, his madness amplifying.

“Don’t stop,” I pant.

His tail goes taut around my thighs.

“I'll shove my cock into your ripe hole if you don't shut your fucking cunt mouth.”

My body convulses around as I pulsate, clenching so tight I strangle him from within. His hand tightens on her throat and he bites down hard on my nipple marking me.

I shudder at the sensation.

Hot and violent.

Endless .

He doesn’t pull out or let me move. He pulls me closer to me, m against the constraints of my sex. I ride out the spasms until he is nothing but raw hunger, barely breathing and still throbbing inside me.

And outside, just beyond Dorian’s shoulder, there is movement. My head tilts, only slightly, dazed, mid-thrust—and there, in the dark beyond the lawn—a figure emerges.

Lord Gabriel .

He stands at the edge of the Castle gates.

Sill.

Watching.

He sees me—bound and bare, held in place.

Pressed to the window.

Fucked open.

He glances over to witness Dorian—half-shifted, panting, his tongue taking over a hard nipple, his cock plummeting in my cunt and the other squishing in and out of my arsehole.

Depraved. Filthy. Sinful.

My breath stutters and eyes close —but the heat…it only intensifies.

“Dorian,” I gasp.

I come undone, creaming against the rise of his cock as he empties himself within me.

He grips my throat and growls, “MINE.”