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CHAPTER SEVEN

PYRAH

Gasping, I struggle to catch my breath. “Sorry, Rook.”

“What?” He still looks dazed from coming so hard.

“I got drunk and did something foolish.”

He grunts. “You never promised otherwise.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“You’re already at my mercy, pinned against this tree by my cock.” He slides his hand between us and touches his overflowing seed. He smears it across my cheek, marking me in a primal way.

“I want to be your prey .” I whisper the last word just below his ear.

Groaning, he pumps his hips, his cock still harder than steel inside me. I shudder from the aftershocks of my orgasm. When he slides out of me, the loss of him makes me whimper in protest. He puts me down and I lock my knees to disguise the trembling in my legs.

“It’s not safe,” he says.

Even when he’s clearly drunk, he’s so damn careful , but my blood runs hot from lust and demon wine.

“Since when have I craved safety?” I ask. “Give me danger.”

Rook frowns at me, his red eyes smoldering, and tilts his head as if warning me not to defy him. I slip out of his grasp, turn my back on him, and start walking deeper into the woods.

“Pyrah.” He growls my name. “Where are you going?”

“Out for a stroll.”

“Come back.”

Judging by his voice, he’s still standing by the tree. He must be expecting me to return to him. That’s his mistake, since I don’t have an ounce of obedience in my entire body. I keep walking without looking back and put a sway into my hips so he looks at my ass.

“You won’t get far,” he warns me.

If I’m such easy prey, why isn’t he chasing me down?

When I glance over my shoulder, he has vanished into the darkness. I freeze on instinct. Cold wind flings my hair into my face, where it clings to his release smeared across my cheek.

Rather than stand here like a startled deer, I lunge into a run.

My knees haven’t stopped shaking since he fucked me the first time.

My panting sounds too loud, my breath clouding the air.

More of his warm seed drips down my legs, a distraction.

He must be able to smell himself on my skin.

I can’t wash myself until I find the river, and even then, the splashing would attract unwanted attention.

I stumble over a root, still clumsy wearing boots, and sprawl onto the ground. My mistake costs me valuable time. I scramble to my hands and knees, but it’s already too late—he’s coming for me.

Rook strides toward me with the grace of a predator.

I crouch at his feet, still on all fours, and wait for his next move.

He takes his hard cock out of his trousers, a strand of arousal shimmering in the moonlight as it falls down.

My lips part, my surprised gasp clouding the air, as if I had a chance to catch his seed in my mouth but missed the opportunity to do it.

I curl my fingers into the dirt as my claws slide out of my nails.

When he stops in front of me, he’s so tall that his cock bobs above my face.

I would have to get up onto my knees if he commanded me to lick him.

Though if he wants me to suck his cock, he will have to defeat me first. I bare my teeth and dare him to touch me.

“Your pulse is racing,” he says. “I can see it fluttering in your neck.”

“I was running,” I retort.

“Why did you stop running? You wanted me to catch you?”

The dark promise in his voice makes me shiver. Desire pounds between my legs with every heartbeat. Boldly, I brace myself with my claws in the dirt and straighten to my full height. He’s still towering over me. His eyes smolder, their red color unmistakably demonic.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I say.

“Liar.” He strokes his cock in his fist as if this arouses him. “Let me taste you and find out for myself.”

His shadow wings unfurl behind him—my only warning before he lunges and grabs me by the wrists.

He drags me against his chest, imprisoning me in his arms, before bending down and kissing me.

It’s a rough, hard kiss, and his tongue invades my mouth as if he owns me.

When he devours my lust, I can’t stop myself from groaning.

My traitorous knees threaten to buckle. He keeps me trapped against him, barely even trying, the muscles in his body unyielding. I couldn’t escape even if I tried, not without shifting into a dragon, but I don’t know if I want to relinquish the shape of a woman.

He tears his mouth away from mine. “Your fear tastes…delicious.” His voice rumbles through my chest, the pitch so deep and masculine it makes me shiver. “This arouses you.”

It isn’t a question. After all, he’s an incubus—he knows .

I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go.”

He glances into my eyes. “Part of the game we are playing?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He runs his tongue over his fangs as if testing their sharpness. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He shoves me down to the ground. My back hits the dirt. He pins my wrists above my head with one of his hands, so much bigger than me that it’s effortless for him to restrain me. With his other hand, he drags my dress above my hips and exposes me to the night.

When I shiver, he asks, “Cold?”

The back of his claws trace the inside of my thigh.

Though he’s a dangerous man, he knows how to be delicate.

I arch my hips, trying to buck him off me, though he doesn’t budge.

The movement only brings me closer to his hard cock.

He’s so infuriatingly close to entering me.

Groaning, he ruts between my thighs without penetration.

“You are mine,” he says, his voice deep and velvety with desire. “Surrender to me.”

I bare my teeth. “Never.”

“I enjoy your defiance.”

He bites down on my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, just hard enough to sting.

I gasp and arch into him more, seeking the release only he can give me.

He slides his hand higher on my thigh, so close to touching me where he fucked me before.

My legs are trembling now, both from need and fear of what might happen next.

“Look how filthy you are,” he murmurs, toying between my thighs.

“That’s your fault,” I fire back.

“Though I remain unsatisfied. You could be much, much filthier. How many times can you come for me?”

“Once wasn’t enough?”

“I want your cunt to be absolutely drenched.”

Fuck . He has never said cunt before, and the word sounds like complete and utter sin in his deep, rough voice. I was already aroused before he said it, but now my body is begging for his cock.

“Please,” I whisper, already tempted to submit to him.

He chuckles darkly. “Please what? Elaborate.”

I grit my teeth, torn between my pride and my need for him inside me. “Please fuck me again.”

“My pleasure.”

He invades me, his cock sliding so deep that his balls nudge my ass. I cry out, my back arching from the ground, though I’m unable to escape the overwhelming feeling of being totally and utterly filled. The demonic spikes and ridges on his cock only heighten the sensation.

“You stopped running because you wanted me.” He punctuates his words with another thrust, making my breath shaky. “You were begging to be fucked like an animal in the woods.”

I glare at him. “You talk too much.”

His growl rumbles through my body. “Your troublesome mouth would be better off taking my cock.”

“Oh? Isn’t your cock occupied?”

Somehow, I can’t resist taunting him. I want him to fuck me like he’s enacting revenge.

Rook’s red eyes smolder, a dangerous sign.

Without warning, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s lifting my hips and entering me from behind.

His hand finds the nape of my neck before tangling in my hair.

He tugs just hard enough to mingle pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks. “To be fucked like a beast in heat?”

I’m trembling beneath him, my fingers clawing at the dirt. “You know I’m not in heat any longer.”

“And yet you can’t get enough of me.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He snorts at my response. “I’m busy fucking you.”

He fucks me from behind, hard and slow and relentless.

I bite back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But Rook knows my body too well. His shadow tail snakes between my thighs, and he starts rubbing circles around my clitoris, tormenting me with the promise of release.

My body arches like a bowstring pulled taut.

“Beautiful,” Rook murmurs, his voice a dark, velvet caress.

The hard point of his tail is driving me wild. I want to snarl back at him, to pretend I’m still in control, though all that escapes me is a moan. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust, and my arousal spirals higher and higher without any relief.

It's too much and not enough all at once.

“More,” I manage to beg. “Harder.”

He tugs my head back so he can better see my face. “Look at you,” he drawls, his words thick with lust. “Such a dangerous dragon, reduced to my trembling, whimpering prey.”

A snarl rips from my throat, my draconic pride bristling at the taunt. But my body betrays me, clenching around his cock on the brink of climaxing. I’m close, so close to the edge.

“Surrender.” Rook’s voice drops an octave. “Come for me, Pyrah.”

It’s not a request but a command.

His words push me over the precipice. I climax with a scream, my whole body shuddering as ecstasy shatters me. He groans, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge. He comes so hard that I can feel his cock jerking inside me and the molten rush of his release.

We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies still joined together, as we struggle to catch our breath. Slowly, he withdraws, his seed flooding out of me. God, just how much can an incubus come? I’m impressed by the sheer quantity he poured inside me.

After he tugs me down to the forest floor, I rest my head on his chest. His heart pounds against my ear, matching the rapid rhythm of my own. The warmth of his body surrounds me.

“Was that dangerous enough for you?” he asks.

“It’s a start,” I joke.

“You’re insatiable, woman,” he grumbles.

I smile like a cat sated by cream.

“You got lost?” Lark asks.

“A little,” Rook admits.

“And fell in the river?”

“Something like that.”

Lark rolls her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar.”

We had the decency to wash up in the river, after we found it in the forest, though I’m still shivering from the cold.

I have to clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering.

Lark sighs, opens a linen closet, and tosses a towel at me.

Wine dulls my reflexes, making me a little clumsy when I catch it out of the air.

Rook guides me closer to the fire and dries me off with the towel. He always likes to take care of me.

“Good night.” Lark wanders to her bedroom. “Going to bed.”

“Night.” I yawn, already sleepy.

We huddle in the nest of blankets on the floor. I ignore the pillows and rest my head on Rook instead, my ear pressed against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforts me.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Very.”

He grunts. “After that much wine and fucking, I can’t blame you.”

“I’m a little sore,” I admit.

“I’m sorry.”

Back at the river, Rook washed me gently, soothing me with cold water, though my body still remembers exactly how hard he fucked me. Walking back to the cottage was a bit challenging.

“You’re so warm,” I murmur. “I want to steal your warmth.”

“Take whatever you need.” He kisses the top of my head. “I would give you everything I have and more.”

My heart melts at his words. “You’re so sweet for a big, bad demon.”

He grunts, which seems very Rook of him, and holds me even closer. That’s how I know he loves me.