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KATRINA

“ K atrina,” Blaylock growled, his deep voice vibrating through the night air like a rumble of distant thunder.

Despite us being seated, his massive frame loomed over me, the veins of blue-glowing crystal beneath our feet casting an iridescent sheen on his gray skin.

His black hair, short and tousled, framed his sharp features, and his horns arched proudly from his head, daring me to touch them.

I could feel the heat of his body, smell the primal musk of him, and my breath hitched as his gaze burned into mine.

“Blaylock,” I whispered back, my voice trembling. My heart was pounding, my body already betraying me with a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

I hadn’t planned for this. I hadn’t planned for him . But here we were, in the night garden, surrounded by exotic, blooming flowers that seemed to pulse with the same desire coursing through my veins.

His chest nearly brushed mine, and I could feel the sheer size of him crowding me and sense the raw power that poured from his enormous body.

Stroking my face, his skin was rough and warm, his claws gentle as he scraped them over my face. I leaned into it, my lips parting instinctively. His eyes seemed to darken even more, and then?—

His mouth crashed into mine again.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.

It was a kiss that told me one thing. He was hungry for me.

Blaylock’s lips were firm, demanding, and I surrendered to them instantly, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself. When he swept his tongue between the seam of my lips, I felt the prick of his fangs breaking my skin, flooding our mouths with the metallic tang of blood.

He groaned, clearly turned on as much as I was.

The feel of his tongue sliding against mine, hot and insistent, pulled a moan from me. I couldn’t help but pressagainst his much larger, harder body, seeking more of what he offered.

Blaylock’s hands moved to my waist, gripping me with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer until I straddled his lap. We were so close—nearly fused together. I felt the hard length of his huge, monster cock pressing right between my thighs.

My fingers tangled in his hair, and when they brushed against the base of his horns, he let out a low, guttural groan.

“ Yes ,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to look at me with eyes that were blacker than I’d ever seen them before. “Touch them. Stroke them like you would my cock.”

I gasped at his words, never hearing such vulgarity before. But the wetness dripping from my pussy told me… I liked it.

I hesitated for only a moment before my fingers traced the smooth curve of his horns. They were warm to the touch, and as I stroked them, Blaylock shuddered, his hands tightening on my waist, and his claws tearing at the material of my gown.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. His hips jerked forward, and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him, rock-solid and ready for me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like. Was he similar to a human male? Was he… something wholly different?

When he rose again, he pushed me down at the same time, my breath caught, my pussy clenched, and more wetness slipped out of me that I felt my inner thighs grow slick.

Who was this woman who came from nothing but wanted so much from her beast ofa king? “Show me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them.

Blaylock didn’t need me to elaborate. He knew what I wanted to see.

In one swift motion, he stood, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His big hands supported me effortlessly, his biceps flexing and bulging. His strength was both thrilling and terrifying.

He carried me to a soft patch of glowing, light-blue moss, the crystal veins beneath us casting an otherworldly feel to everything.

And then his hands were everywhere—touching me over my gown-covered body, exploring me in ways no other man had before. I knew this was the calm before the storm. I knew what this was to its very core.

Being claimed.

“I need to see all of you.” He looked at me with an almost pained expression on his brutally savage face.

“Bare me, Blaylock.”

He growled so loudly, so deeply, that the very walls vibrated and illuminated from the sound.

He shred my gown with the tips of his sharp claws until the tattered fabric lay on either side of my body, a barbaric testament of his need for me.

Blaylock sat back on his haunches. Wonder and gratitude flashed over his face before his fierce, primal side took over.

His eyes blazed a burning trail from my face, over my full breasts, stopping on my erect nipples momentarily before landing on my glistening pussy.

Baring his teeth, he flicked his very long and pointed dark gray tongue out and swiped it over his lower lip.

I was breathless under Blaylock’s ferocious perusal and need.

He peppered heated, fervent kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and settled on my breasts.

That pointed tongue of his smoothed over my nipple, and I arched into him reflexively, a guttural moan escaping my lips.

God, that was better than anything I’d ever felt.

The sensations bolted right to my clit, causing that little nub to throb.

“Blaylock, please,” I begged, my hands spearing through his hair, fisting the silky strands. My fingers found his large, hard horns again and I circled around them. Ever so lightly, I glided my palms along their lengths. Back and forth. Back and forth, Back and forth.

A sound of uncontrolled desire ripped from deep within Blaylock’s chest—very primal, very feral. He gave my nipple one last, long lick, and rose slightly to lock his gaze on mine.

I opened my mouth, knowing what I wanted to say, but no words spilled from my parted lips. This low hum and vibration came from him, and he stood slowly, almost methodically, and undid the ties of his leather pants before pushing them down his muscular legs.

And the sight of it sent a shock of heat straight to the center of my pussy.

For long seconds, I just stared at him… at what was between his legs. The length was massive , thicker and longer than anything I’d ever seen, and bigger than what could comfortably fit inside of a woman.

It was a dark gray color, the same as the rest of his body, and looked smooth and utterly intimidating as it hardened into something more—something stone-like . My breath caught as I noticed a smaller secondary appendage, similar in appearance to his cock, emerging from the slitted tip.

“This,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself, the second appendage emerging even more, “will ensure my seed goes where it needs to—when you’re ready.”

His words sent a jolt through me. The realization of what he meant was both thrilling and overwhelming. The sight of Blaylock, fully exposed for me, fully erect for me, sent a shock of heat straight to my pussy, my body ready to give in to the primal need he ignited in me.

“You are mine,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

He lowered his body between my thighs, his massive hands spreading me wide as his face hovered over my pussy. He looked into my eyes for only a second before his pointed tongue delved into my pussy hole with a hunger that made me cry out.

His mouth was hot, wet, and relentless as he lapped at me with a rhythm that had my hips bucking uncontrollably, my cunt grinding against his face, smearing my cream over his mouth and cheeks. Blaylock growled against me, the vibrations sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body.

“Yes,” I moaned uncontrollably. I writhed beneath him, my hands tugging on his horns, stroking him, and causing him to growl, the vibrations spearing right to my clit. I gasped, my voice breaking as his tongue curled inside me, teasing, tasting, claiming .

“My little bird is delicious,” he snarled and ate me out with more fervor, sliding his tongue in and out of me only to slip out every now and then to lick me from my ass to my clit.

He didn’t stop, his movements growing more fervent as I grew wetter and needier until I was trembling on the edge of release. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, Blaylock pulled away, his breath ragged, his mouth glossy from my pussy juices.

Without a word, he grabbed the root of his cock and positioned himself over me, the thick, stone-hard tip of his cock pressing against my pussy hole, his little appendage wiggling and pushing against me, trying to gain entrance. God… he was hard. Like literal stone. But hotter than fire.

He paused, his gaze locked on mine, silently asking me for my consent.

I nodded, breathless, desperate. With a low growl, he pushed forward, filling me completely in one slow, searing thrust that made me scream his name and tighten my hold on his horns. His whole body shuddered in response.

I said his name repeatedly, chanting it like a prayer as he filled me completely, stretching me in ways that were painful but deliciously erotic.

I’d never been with anyone sexually, and I knew the wetness I felt wasn’t just from my arousal but also from him tearing through my innocence. My virgin blood.

As if reading my thoughts, he pulled out, but only long enough to shift his body so he could drag his tongue over my tender hole, licking away my innocent blood and groaning with desire.

And then he was right back inside me, pushing through my unused body, claiming me as his. My body adjusted to him slowly, and when he moved with more intensity, as if trying to race to a finish line, I cried out, my back arching off the ground.

Something in me exploded, lights and suns coexisting as one while the pleasure coursed through my body and stole my voice and the air from my lungs.

Blaylock’s thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one hitting a spot inside me with a rhythm that made me see stars and dragged my orgasm out even more. I used my hold on his horns as leverage as I met his thrusts with my own. He groaned, his hips slamming against mine.

He was about to find his release.

His stone-hard cock thickened inside me, and I felt a tickling at his tip. I knew it was his second appendage extending, moving deeper in my body before he came.

The scorching heat of his cum filled my womb. It was wet and thick, and I felt it slip out from where we were connected.

“ Katrina ,” he growled, his voice raw with need. “I’ll never let you go.”

“More,” I gasped, my body craving him, needing him and needing another release.

Not thinking twice, Blaylock began pumping again. His thrusts were fast and hard as his hands gripped my hips with bruising force. The night garden seemed to come alive around us, the flowers blooming brighter, the crystal veins pulsing with a light that matched the rhythm of our bodies.

Blaylock’s fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, his claws lightly scraping my pussy lips, and I gave him what I needed again.

I shattered, another climax crashing over me like a tidal wave.

And the entire time, Blaylock kept coming, continuing to spill into me in hot, endless waves, his cock still hard as stone inside me. After long minutes, he collapsed on top of me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his hands resting on either side of my head, caging me in.

“Blaylock,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“Yes, little one?” He dragged the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.

“Never let me go.”

He pulled back, gently gripping my chin, and with the most serious voice and expression I’d seen him give me yet, he said fiercely, “Never.”