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I had come here to learn more about my three “saviors” from the least-talkative one’s perspective. To learn more about him, the resistance, why he loathed me, and why Skartovius was the way he was.

I came here for things to start making sense . . . not to be filled with evermore confusion.

I did not come here expecting to have my lips sealed over Vallan’s, or to have our bodies crushed together while we explored each other with our hands and tongues.

Yet here I was. Lost in his bulky body, smothered by him, growing more excited by the second. The thrum of my pulse was a drumbeat now, hammering in my ears as he sucked on my tongue and licked my face and tore my tunic open to expose my breasts with a forceful bounce.

I gasped when Vallan took what he wanted, eyes roving hungrily over my heavy tits and voluptuous curves. He grabbed me by the waist and crushed me against his hard body again, an obscene bulge prodding my belly.

Then he sniffed the air. “You’re bleeding.”

My eyes widened, sweat beginning to line my brow. “I . . . my moon cycle began before I came here. Maybe the carriage ride instigated it.”

He grunted. “I can smell the perfume of it.”

My eyes couldn’t get any wider, but my face could get redder, and it did. I tried to look away bashfully but Vallan gripped my chin with his gloved hand and puckered my lips together.

He showed none of the softness or doting qualities of Skar or Garro. He turned my face left and right, inspecting my shamefaced features.

I stood my ground, knowing I would perish if I let this barbarous man take complete charge. “Tell me, Vallan, are you going to fuck me like you hate me?”

His nostrils flared and his beard twitched. “I’m going to fuck you like you want to be fucked—hard, rough, and without mercy. It does’t mean I hate you, silverblood. It means I can’t stand to be away from you for another minute. I’ve been at war with myself since you first arrived.”

My brow stitched together in confusion. “You’ve known me for such short a time.”

“A single day, an hour, a minute , is long enough to know you. In the long droning lives of vampires, your presence has been a weight on my mind for decades. I’ve felt I’ve known you for an eon.

My kind may be heartless, but I know what to feel when I see what I crave. I’ve never felt like this before.”

My breath hitched when he slammed his lips over mine roughly, taking what he felt he was owed. He kept my face held, neck craned to meet him.

Even with his forceful, domineering advances, I didn’t feel fear with Vallan Stellos. He had given me the answer I desired—his reason for acting.

“The girl from the Chained Sisters. Lyroan.”

His grunt was a growl this time, baring his fangs as he pulled back. “I don’t wish to speak of her.”

“Too bad. She complained you no longer visited her room. Why?” I had my suspicions.

“You know why.”

“. . . And when did you stop with her?”

“The day you arrived, silverblood.”

I tried to answer back—his lips were all over me the next second, peppering kisses up and down my naked torso, from my neck to my shoulder to my breasts. He was savage and ravenous.

He took my peaked nipples in his mouth and lightly teased, nibbling, flicking his tongue, groping my flesh with his smooth gloves, making all my reservations go sideways.

I tried to skitter backward. He didn’t let me. His iron-band arm wrapped around my waist and brought me against his chest with another shameful jiggle.

I tightened when he reached behind me and peeled my pants down over the swell of my ass.

He had me naked in seconds, never keeping his lips far from my torched skin.

I ripped his shirt off, which showed a battlefield of scars and burn marks along his sturdy chest and muscled arms. My gaze drifted south to the mound thickening by the second between his legs.

He didn’t wait for me to coax him into disrobing the rest of his clothes—he did the honors by snarling and ripping his pants off.

Vallan’s cock swung heavily between his thighs, weighed down by its own size.

Where Skar was long and smooth and velvety, and Garro was just right, Vallan was incredibly thick and dangerous—an angry hue to his engorged cock that pulsed with veins and the same temperament I anticipated from a savage vampire with untold “urges.”

“ That ,” I muttered, pointing down between us, “will not fit.”

“Yes it will. I’ll make it.”

“It’ll break me in half.”

“Good. Let the entire camp hear your cries.”

My cheeks flushed. “. . . You heathen.”

He flashed a hint of a smile—the most I was going to get out of the surly demolitionist—and wrapped his hands around my thighs. His oversized cock pressed against my middle, embedding into my flesh, both of us slick and dripping with desire.

Then Vallan unceremoniously hoisted me airborne. My feet kicked the air and I yelped as he lifted me higher and higher. I was not a light, frail woman, rather a stout, tall, full-figured one who worked endlessly to keep my body fit and ready for battle.

Vallan didn’t give a single shit about my size—he embraced my curves. He didn’t show any effort in lifting me, biceps cording with protruding veins. He let out nary a grunt as my thick thighs came to rest on his shoulders.

My head hit the top of the tent, getting lost in the tarp, and I batted it away, crouching low with a gasp—

As his face shoved between my legs and licked my pussy clean. Sensations zagged through me in a jagged bolt at that first intimate touch. I wrapped my arms around his head and hugged him to me.

His beard tickled my lips, his tongue did all the work. I could hear him slurping , drinking my cycle-blood like it was the sweetest nectar, showing no sign of disgust—only slick depravity and need.

“Spirits and deities, Vallan!” I choked out with my mouth falling open.

“The spirits and deities won’t save you from this, girl.” His hands dug into my wide ass cheeks, keeping me airborne and hunched on his shoulders like a toy for him. “Nothing will,” he finished with a muffled rasp.

Vallan’s mouth was a vacuum against my cunt and clit, ravenously probing and laving and flicking his tongue about. It made me squirm and spasm, jolting with a sudden orgasm that wreaked havoc through my system. I blinked wildly to keep my eyes from rolling.

He pulled his face back abruptly with a satisfied roar, sending a spray of my cycle-blood streaming through the air behind him. Some of my Loreblood landed on the pile of silver he had nearby and I vaguely heard the silver sizzling .

Vallan took a step forward, bringing me with him—

And then I was falling. Fast.

I shouted as his hands deftly slid from my ass to my spine. He brought me down off his shoulders without warning and I had the vague notion of my feet kicking toward the tarp ceiling above me.

My back landed on the cot with a harsh thud . Before I could wince in pain he was folding me in on myself, pushing my legs backward until my knees pressed against my tits. My feet twitched near my shoulders, framing my face.

“Fuck!” I cried, gawking as my eyes roved down between us.

His huge cock descended from between his legs, sliding against my ass.

Vallan crouched and pressed forward, standing but putting his weight on the backs of my thighs.

He held me by the ankles, taking complete control, which I knew was a dangerous proposition for such a bloodthirsty man.

My blood trickled down his chin and he finally showed me the first grin I’d ever seen. It was a wicked thing without remorse or humor. His smile only promised grim certainty and unchained pleasure.

Then his broad cockhead pressed against my entrance and I jolted. “Shit, you’re too big, you awful bastard!”

He shoved inside me, turning my wail into a silent gawk of disbelief. His cock stretched and reshaped my pussy to his liking. “I’ll make sure you never forget this, silverblood.”

How could I, when he was so deep in my guts on the first downward thrust that I nearly lost consciousness? The world went white when my eyes clamped shut, a grimace of pain masking my features.

He pulled back and railed into me again, his muscled thighs slapping against mine and ringing out with a loud thunderclap of flesh.

Every buck of Vallan’s hips brought him deeper and deeper inside my slick cunt.

I wasn’t sure if he ever managed to bottom out inside me because all I could feel was the intensity of his size stretching my walls and filling me completely.

He had me pinned down, knees against my tits, exposing my large ass and widened cunt to him. He pounded into me with mad fervor, and every deep plunge of his cock made me moan and cry out in shock, pain, and pleasure.

When he hopped onto the bed and crouched even lower, I knew I was in trouble. His hands lifted me by the ankles, dragging me to the end of the cot so he could demolish me at a new angle.

“We call this a mating squeeze, because it’s what we do to guarantee our prey gets bred like they’re meant to,” he informed me.

My head shook, eyes rolling now the annihilation had begun. “Fuck. Oh, fuck !”

Everything went blurry and dizzy as he rammed his cock into me in broad, long strokes, slapping his fat balls against my asshole while coring me out completely.

I came again, toes curling near my face, legs shaking uncontrollably as I sank deeper and deeper into the cot. The sounds of our sex carried into the camp outside, and I was mortified at what Cordea or the working interfolk would think once I walked out of here.

If I walk out of here!

The cot creaked, snapped, and then I was falling inward. He easily broke the bed with our combined weight and his fervent thrusting from above, nailing me into the coarse fabric of the mattress.

As I fell, howling and losing my mind, I remembered I wasn’t a toy. It took a while for my brain to turn on and come back to reality. I recalled I was a fighter . . . and two could play at this rough game.

I managed to clamp my shins around his neck while he was busy pummeling my pussy into submission. His face shot up, cheeks and beard squished together by my strong legs.

A devious grin split my face and I twisted —forcing him to spin to the side to avoid getting his neck broken.

“The fu—”

I flipped us onto our sides. He wrestled with my flailing arms and legs to fuck me sideways, sliding his muscled ass along the meat of my thigh while keeping one leg lifted.

I fought through the next climax and repositioned my hands on the cot.

I twisted and flailed again, wrapping my lifted leg around his neck.

Vallan let out a grunt as he flopped onto his back, sliding off the broken cot and landing prone on the ground. I rolled with him, ungracefully moving from bottom to top, with my hefty legs straddling his torso.

Vallan realized what was happening and smirked at me behind his beard. “Oh, that’s good, silverblood. I didn’t know you had fight in you. Even better.”

My tits bounced as I slammed my ass down on his rock-hard cock and rode him. My body gyrated, and from this new angle he hit new spots that brought another orgasm to the fore.

My pussy glided over his slick girth and I took control, hands clutching his chest. He reached up to cup my breasts, which dangled heavily in front of his face like prizes he couldn’t quite reach with his tongue.

His fingers twisted and teased my nipples. He flicked them and slapped my tits and I yelled out in pain and pleasure, another stab of bliss knotting in my belly.

I took his wrists in my hands and shoved forward, pinning them above his head on the dirt ground. My ass fell harder, faster, until I could feel the flesh of my rear rippling and draping beyond his thighs.

Despite the vampire’s imposing size and height, he was still a man, with a waist and hips narrower than mine. It gave me a sense of control as I took the top position to ride the life out of his body, using my thicker ass to pummel him into submission.

I smiled and leaned down, kissing him through his beard. My tongue laved like his had, ravenous and needy.

Vallan grunted in my mouth, the sound reverberating and vibrating through me. Or maybe that was my pussy vibrating—it was hard to tell when I felt connected at both ends from this devilish man.

His cock expanded impossibly wide and pulsed. Seconds later, stretched to my capacity—or so it felt—he flooded my insides and I climaxed at the same time, joining him in a roaring wail.

My head lifted from his lips, spine bowing, throwing my hair back to stare up at the ceiling of the tent.

I fell into him once he was finished throbbing and pulsating inside me, collapsing onto the man’s chest in a boneless heap. I could feel Vallan’s cum drooling out of my gaped cunt once his cock marginally softened and fell out of me.

“Fucking Truehearts save me,” I gasped. My cheek was against his chest, and I felt the oddest thing there: a low pulse of a heartbeat, gently rocking away until . . . nothing. No more heartbeat. “I—I could feel your heart,” I croaked. “You’re supposed to be undead.”

“I get like that when my urges take hold.” His arm curled around my neck, either protectively or possessively, I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t rightly care.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. I looked up at him, expecting he had something to say. My body twitched with an aftershock and my eyes rolled.

“We will do this again,” he said.

I nodded my understanding. “Of course we will.”

“I will let you leave here tomorrow night. If you can walk on your own.”

“To . . . morrow? You—wait, what?”

His chest rumbled against my touch with a soft chuckle. He gently petted my hair like Skartovius or Garroway might do. It was odd coming from him, as if he was setting me up for the fall of my life.

“Skar may tell you to trust him, silverblood, but I will do no such thing. You can’t trust a monster born in the dark.”