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Maybe I had forgotten who I was, scared of the way people would look at me.

But I now know I am a Berserker. A fighter.

A woman. I’m powerful, deadly, and I am a fucking queen.

He will be mine—my king and my man. His blood, pain, and heart—all mine.

But the most important thing he’s giving me is myself.

He’s giving me back my fight, reminding me who I was the day we met.

I was a slave with nothing but the will to not fucking die.

My eyes flicker to the bed and a smile turns up the corners of my lips.

Still watching him, I step closer and grab the sheet off of it, and rip it down the middle.

He watches me as I tie one end around the top left poster of the bed.

Crawling across it, I tie the other to the top right before sliding from the bottom of the bed, waiting.

Obviously impatient, he prowls towards me, speeding up, and at the last moment I slide to the side, pushing him in the middle of his back.

He sprawls onto the bed and I jump onto his back, pinning him.

Grabbing his hair, I tilt his head to the side and lean down to whisper in his ear. “You are fucking mine .”

He growls and bucks until I slide to the side and then he flips.

I jump back on him, pressing my knees on either side of his hips as I lean down and kiss him, distracting him.

He groans into my mouth, sucking at my tongue, before pulling back and biting down on my lower lip.

I reach up as he bites my mouth, bucking beneath me to try and dislodge me again.

I drop lower, pressing myself over his groin and we both groan into each other’s mouths.

My hand touches the edge of the cloth and I grab it, pulling it farther down before tracing down his shoulder to his hand.

Gripping both hands, I thrust them upwards, and that’s when he starts to struggle, growling into my mouth.

I have to let go of one of his hands to tie the other with the cloth, and he takes the opportunity to grip my hip while I quickly finish tying the knot around his wrist, binding it.

Pulling back, I bite down on his lower lip and he moans, thrusting upwards.

I press his free hand to the bed next to him and quickly tie that one as well before sitting back on top of him.

He snarls, twisting and bucking, tugging at his restraints to try and free himself. The wood of the posts creak but holds firm, and he lies back, panting, his eyes narrowed on me.

“Soulmate,” he growls, tugging on his bindings again.

Leaning down, I lick at his mouth. “You want me? You’ll get me on my terms. I’m going to ride you as you buck and fight helplessly beneath me. I’m a fucking queen and I take what I want, and what I want is you,” I whisper into his mouth.

Leaning back, I lift up and reach between us, flicking open his pants. He tugs on the bindings again. “I want to touch you!” he rumbles.

Yanking at his trousers, I work them down his thick thighs until I can pull them to his ankles.

Unbuckling his boots, he helps me kick them off before he lifts up, so I can pull his trousers fully off and throw them to the floor.

I glance up to see him watching me with need so strong I almost falter.

His cock is hard and standing at attention, waiting for me.

“Soulmate, you better fucking get up here,” he demands, leaning back onto the bed, finally giving in to me.

Crawling up his body, I stop to lick the tip of his cock, tasting his precum, and he growls again, his hands straining as he tries to reach me.

Relenting, I climb up his body and leave my knees on either side of his hips, rubbing my wet pussy along his straining cock.

I almost whimper. “I forgot how big you are,” I admit.

He gnashes his teeth then, straining to reach me like a caged animal.

Groaning at the sight, I sit up and grab his cock, lining him up with my entrance before sinking down onto his length.

He groans, stilling beneath me as I seat myself to his balls.

Splaying my hands on his chest, I start to rock myself on him, riding him, using him for my own pleasure.

I lift and drop myself faster and faster, chasing the bliss and ignorance that comes with pleasure.

Rocking harder, I drop my head back as sweat drips between my breasts.

“Soulmate,” he rasps.

Leaning down, still rubbing myself on him, I let him suck one of my nipples into his mouth, making me moan as he bites down hard.

I reach between us and finger my clit, my pussy fluttering, my release building.

Ripping from his mouth, needing to move, I ride him faster, spreading my knees for better control.

Each slide of his thick shaft inside of me, hitting those nerves, makes me wilder until I’m almost feral too.

My release hits me out of nowhere, and I cry out and still above him, my pussy clamping down on him as I shake from the force of it, my vision almost blackening.

I gasp, my eyes springing open as I look down to see his hands now resting on my bare breasts from where he just ripped off my shirt.

“H-How—” I sputter in my pleasure-fuzzy brain.

He leans up then, so our faces are inches apart. “Dislocated my thumb, slipped out a hand out, and untied the other,” he confesses.

“Dray…what—that’s fucking crazy!” I gasp.

He shrugs then with an evil smirk quirking his lips.

“I wanted to touch you, and it’s my turn now,” he purrs darkly, before he spins us and I’m lying on my back with him hovering above me.

He grabs the crown twisted in my hair and flings it away.

“Hold on, soulmate,” he warns, before pulling out and ramming back inside of me.

I scream from the force, my hands scrambling on the bed, ripping at the sheets.

He groans, grabs them, and then places them on his wounded chest. Instead, I slip them around and dig my nails into his back as he starts to hammer into me with no finesse or rhythm, just fucking me hard and fast like he wants to split me in two.

Reaching down, he grabs my leg and throws it over his hip and hits deeper inside me, bumping my cervix.

My eyes close as I scratch down his back, painting his skin with my pleasure.

He growls, his hips stuttering before he pummels into me, harder and faster than before.

No restraint, no worries, no past or future.

Just two animals fucking. Screw being king and queen, this is what I want.

My eyes open in shock when he bites down on the soft spot between my shoulder and neck, the pain shooting through me and mixing with my pleasure, making me scream for him.

He yanks back and I see the blood coating his lips, and I can feel it dripping slowly down my skin. “Yours,” he snarls.

My nails rip down his spine, urging him on as he hammers into me, my release building again from his rough treatment.

One more thrust is all it takes before I explode once more, the force of my orgasm making me fight against him, scream his name, and rip at his back.

He pins my writhing body down and fucks me harder until he stills with a howl, his come spurting inside me.

Panting, he collapses on me, his weight heavy and reassuring.

I wrap my arms around him, still feeling his softening cock inside of me.

Dray lifts his head, his hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, his blue eyes icy and looking right into my soul.

His plump lips quirk up as he softly moves a strand of tangled hair from my face.

“There’s my fucking champion,” he whispers.

I grin then too, and his thumb sweeps across my bottom lip. “I love you, soulmate,” he admits.

“Dray,” I gasp, my eyes flying wide.

“I do, I love you. I won’t say forever because that isn’t enough. I don’t want just one lifetime with you, I want them all. So, I won’t say I’ll love you forever, I will say I’ll love you always.”

I blink back tears and swallow hard. “I love you too,” I croak.

He grins then, flashing white teeth with a crazed smile.

“I couldn’t imagine my life without you, you make it whole. I love you,” I repeat.

I feel his cock hardening again inside of me. “Say it again,” he demands, thrusting shallowly.

“I love you,” I gasp.

He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Better not forget it, because you’re never getting away from me,” he snarls, picking up speed.

We fuck hard and soft nearly all night long, neither of us able to get enough of each other.

He’s wild but so am I. We paint each other’s skin in our pleasure with the moon shining in through the balcony.

This might be a castle and I might be a queen in a tower, but this is no fairy tale.

Dray isn’t prince charming, no, he’s the beast, a monster, and he doesn’t save me.

I save my fucking self. This woman doesn’t need a prince for that, just a sword and air in my lungs.