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CHAPTER 31

M y words seem to snap any last shred of humanity and control Tem has. He bares his sharp teeth as his hands grip me, his desire evident. This is what I wanted.

His long hair is wet from the shower, his stunning caramel skin stretched over perfect muscles. I wrap my legs around his waist, loving how much control I have over a beast like this.

His hand wraps around my throat, making my eyes widen as he climbs to his feet, lifting me effortlessly before slamming me back into the glass screen. My breath is knocked out of me, and I feel the glass crack, but he doesn’t care as he hoists me higher and drops me, impaling me on his cock.

It hurts so badly, I cry out, yet I grip him, wanting more.

My head falls back into the glass as he starts to move with cruel, hard thrusts, forcing me to keep up as I bounce on him. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I ride him, meeting him thrust for thrust as his dark eyes pin me in place.

His thrusts are so hard, the glass shatters behind me. He spins me and slams me into the tiled wall, the force hurting my muscles, but I don’t care. I love how he doesn’t treat me gently, but as an equal.

My eyes widen, however, when I see the glass from the screen floating in the air behind him before my eyes meet his.

He lowers his beautiful head as he fucks me harder, his cruel mouth latching onto my nipple. The threat of his sharp teeth makes me cry out and clench around his invading cock, my clit throbbing in time with my pounding heart. His teeth pierce my skin, drawing blood, but pleasure still rocks through me as he sucks my nipple. He turns his head and abuses my other bud until my eyes roll back in my head, and an orgasm rips through me.

My cunt clenches around his cock as I ride out the waves of pleasure, shaking against him from the force.

When my vision returns, it’s to see him right in front of me, my blood staining his teeth.

“Delicious,” he hisses, more beast than man as his hips drive into mine, the slap of our skin loud over the thundering shower. He fucks me through my release, building my pleasure once more, but a noise has my head falling back in confusion.

My eyes widen as blood bubbles on the crack in the ceiling, and then it slides down the shower walls, turning everything red. It drips over us until we are coated in it, and yet we don’t stop.

The shower spray itself turns red.

Blood is all I taste and see, red obscuring my vision as he drives into me until the tile behind us cracks and the room seems to shake.

No, the Earth is sensing his power.

It should terrify me, but I drag him closer and sweep my tongue up his throat, tasting the blood as I drive myself down, taking him deeper.

In this moment, I’m not Tate Havelock or a hunter. I am not even a survivor.

I’m just his woman.

He claims my body, his cock hitting so deep I will never get rid of the feel of him, but it’s clear it isn’t enough for him as something expands inside me. My eyes widen as I meet his gaze. Something moves and wiggles, growing from his cock, and slides deeper inside me, anchoring in my womb as he drives into me. It’s unnerving, yet it feels so fucking good, my eyes cross and I beg for more. That thing inside me grows until he can barely move, just rocking his hips until there is not one inch of room left in me. It hurts so badly, it feels good.

The wiggling sensation only increases as his cock swells and his head drops forward as he sinks his sharp teeth into my neck. He drives into me once more, pushing himself so far inside me, I shatter again.

An orgasm rips through me, alarming me with its strength, and I squirt around him. My blood mixes with the crimson liquid dripping everywhere, my cunt milking him and that thing inside me.

His teeth slip from my neck as he pulls me deeper onto him, my cunt still tightening around his length.

He throws his head back and he roars like a beast as he pumps me full of his cum. His seed comes in a never-ending stream that fills me so abundantly, I know I’ll never get him out of me.

He holds me in place as blood continues to rain down on me, and then he tilts his head forward, his dark eyes meeting mine, and despite the incredible abuse he just put me through, he kisses me softly as I whimper.

“Mistress,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I rasp. Every inch of my body should hurt, but if anything, I feel great.

I feel reborn.

I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but I want it again.

No wonder tempests are worshipped.