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The incessant sensation between my legs roused me from a deep sleep. I moaned, waking fully to my channel clenching with repeated throbs. I arched my hips to meet the tongue that hadn’t stopped thrusting.

My brain struggled to catch up with the pleasure slithering up my spine. I focused on the large wings and ram horns within my view. I caught a flash of his long tongue shoved inside my sex.

“Stop!” I croaked, and he pulled back, but only to run his tongue up my slit again, inciting those same shivers.

Dear God, this felt so good, but was so wrong.

I couldn’t stop my body from responding to the rough rasp.

His head twisted the slightest bit, and he rubbed it against my inner walls.

His tongue went so deep, I felt utterly full.

He flicked the tip inside me, touching something .

Gasping, my back arched off the bed. Sweet fucking bliss.

I whimpered, and my hands slid down to grip the top of his horns. My fingers slipped through the little nook, and the rough texture rubbed against my palms as I grabbed onto the thick protrusion as best I could. As I tipped my hips toward the pressure of his tongue, he thrust it inside me.

His sharp teeth were so close to my sensitive sex, but all I could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure.

He lifted from my needy heat and I cried out at the loss. The Lord of Shadows climbed over me, his body sinewy and movements too smooth. His knees pressed between my thighs. He paused there while his shadows tore the front of his linen pants open, making his cock spring free.

He leaned forward, propping his hands on the bed and continued the crawl up my body.

“What are you doing?” I breathed. He peered into my eyes, and the faint gray light from the window played along the side of his face, enhancing the eeriness of his onyx eyes.

“I am going to fuck you.” His roughened words reached into my stomach and fanned my flare of desire. He said it like he was gifting me something, but right now, I didn’t care.

He took my hips, the tips of his claws digging into my skin. My skirt bunched at my waist, and I pressed my palms to his torso. My hands spanned against his skin where his shirt split. The smooth, marbled texture was cold, but it did nothing to calm the burning in my body.

“At least let me wake up—” I cut off with a gasp. His cock slammed into me, and I gasped, stiffening from the invasion. “You’re too big.” I whimpered.

“You will take me,” he murmured, hovering over me.

He reached out, and the back of his finger slid down my cheek in a caress.

The careful touch was at such an opposite with how abrupt and violent he’d been when he kidnapped me from my home, but he moved hesitantly, as if he didn’t know how to be gentle.

“Stop.” My protest was weak and unsure, even to my ears.

He twisted his hips to feed another inch of his cock inside me. I screamed from the sudden stretch. Pain and pleasure molded together, fighting with one another.

“It hurts,” I whimpered.

“Hurts?” He cocked his head. “That is a good thing.” He sounded so sure, yet he seethed with confusion.

“No, it’s not.” I bunched the edges of his shirt in my fists.

There was a decision to make, and it was my only choice.

What was wrong with my head that it intrigued me?

“It can feel better,” I whispered and smoothed my palm across his muscled, cold chest. His eyes widened, and a purr vibrated in his large torso. He leaned into my touch. “Let me get adjusted. Don’t move.”

Amazingly and mindbogglingly—he did.

I rubbed my fingertips against his skin and spread the linen, feeling his body. The smallest rounded feathers sprouted closer to his shoulders. They were so incredibly silky.

He groaned, and his hips twitched.

“No,” I said with force. He stilled at my order. My body relaxed another increment. I rubbed my fingers against the feathers.

I braced my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips.

Rolling them in a circle, I exhaled sharply.

My channel clamped onto the part of his cock that was pushed into me.

His cock felt so different from Andrew’s.

Not just the size. I could feel the dips in his shaft rubbing against my insides, while the thickness made his every movement stroke against my clit.

Dragging my palms down his chest, I tugged the shirt, and the fabric parted easily, spreading to give me a complete view of his body.

The smooth line of his chest was lean and long.

Feathers trailed down his sides, and I combed my fingers into them, digging my nails into the sensitive skin.

His cock flexed inside me, and I became wetter.

The tapered line of his waist flared out at his hips. Those same feathers ran upward from the hard plane of his belly. He didn’t have a belly button and he was flat all the way down to his cock. I dragged my hand lower and rubbed my fingertips against the surface of the thicker base of his cock.

He grunted, his head falling forward. He was hyper-focused on my face, watching my every movement with an air of suspense. The small nodules at the base seemed to bulge more.

I lifted my hips again, and he thrust forward; this time, my sex stretched to accommodate his girth. He hissed, his upper lip curling up.

“Yessss,” I whispered, retreating my hips to thrust back onto him. Need dripped from my sex, and the wet sounds flared the blaze of need.

“I will not—” He closed his eyes and a shiver rippled through his body, and he shook against me. “Wait any longer.”

He grabbed my hips and slid out of me, letting me feel every inch of his long, thick girth, then he slammed back into me.

The smack of my thighs against his body was hotter than it should be.

He drew back and slammed into me once again, so hard it rattled my teeth, but my sex was so wet and needy that it only felt good.

My hands dropped from feeling him up to the bunched bedsheets under me.

He withdrew again, and I felt every inch of his ridged shaft.

I couldn’t stop the movement of my hips.

I writhed under him as he fed himself into me.

A swell of need narrowed between my legs, and I strained as my release ripped through every limb.

I screamed and grabbed at the feathers on his shoulders.

He grunted and took hold of my hips, propping himself up onto his knees.

He felt so good pumping inside me. It was so wrong, but I didn’t care right now.

This was what sex was supposed to feel like.

Not the dissatisfying experience I had with Andrew.

“Mortal . . .” He pumped his hips, feeding more of himself inside me. A purr vibrated in his chest, and the shudders reached inside my stomach and shot me into another orgasm.

I clawed my nails into his torso, dragging them down so hard that thin black lines sprouted.

Black blood?

He rammed into me harshly, a violent snarl ripping from his throat as he fucked me harder.

I didn’t want him to stop.

His wings spread out, and he strained, his head falling back, making his feather-like hair flutter against his shoulders.

The creature fucking me was majestic and sexy in a weird way.

His sharp teeth poked out from his lips.

My channel flexed around his cock, and he pulsated once.

Suddenly, agony flared through my channel, and I screamed, grabbing onto his hair again.

He made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a gasp.

I writhed under him as the pain became a pleasure so intense I was thrown into a third orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body lit up.

My vision blurred, and he became a looming shadow over me. I wasn’t sure how long I rode on the cloud of bliss, but when I came down, I was panting.

His upper body hovered close to my nose. The thin lines of blood had dried into his skin, and the scratches had healed.

I’d never lost control like that. I struggled to catch my breath as my mind raced. If this was a divine test, I’d utterly failed.

Pleasure rippled down my spine and settled over my limbs.

I tried to move my hips, and the tug inside me turned excruciating, stopping me from pulling away.

“Do not move,” he hissed. “You will be shredded.”

We were stuck together, literally. I panicked, pressing my hands on his chest and trying to pull myself up, but white-hot pain rippled through every nerve ending. I yelped and stopped moving.

“Enough,” he hissed, his hand clamping down on my throat. He didn’t push down or restrict my breathing, but his point was made. “My barbs have hooked inside you.”

“Barbs?” My eyes were so wide that it hurt.

What the fuck, barbs ? . . . like a cat?

I tipped my chin up to see his face. He slid his palm next to my head and bent in a way no human would have been able to.

His wings stretched behind him, fluttering.

I scanned his features and different explanations of what he was flitted through my head.

“What are you?” I whispered.

“Shadows.” His succinct answer explained nothing. The woman creature had called him ‘Lord of Shadows,’ but that gave me nothing other than what I could already see, which was that he controlled them.

“Why, how, where do you come from?”

“I am a creation of The Void.”

What did that even mean?! I bit back my angry words. He didn’t seem to understand what I was asking.

“What is The Void?”

“The creation.”

“Of what?”

“Everything. Universes, realms, energies, power . . .” He trailed off.

“Were you born?” I asked slowly, hesitantly. All creatures were born. They came from some one , but I was starting to get the feeling he was never born of anything. “Do you have a mother? Family?”

“The Void created me.”

I combed through myths in my head. After growing up with the whispers, I’d studied everything imaginable, trying to find meaning. Yet, I’d never seen anything that referenced a Void.

The expanding pressure in my channel suddenly disappeared with a throb of his cock. I gasped from the change in sensations. He pulled back the slightest bit and liquid escaped in a gush to the point that it felt like I had pissed myself.

He’d come inside me. Panic squeezed my throat like a vise.

“What if you got me pregnant?” I gasped.

A chortling sound left his mouth, causing his body to make mine vibrate, enflaming the ache. The sensation rippled pleasure through my senses, and I curled my fingers into the feathers near his shoulder, my spine arching to slide back onto his shaft.

This shouldn’t feel this good.

“A god cannot impregnate a human,” he said, humor in his tone.

His words stunned me to stillness. If only they’d also taken away my lust. His hips pumped, and he slid his slick cock back into me, the textured surface ripping another aftershock to life within me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut.

He was a deity.

He pumped inside me again.

“I do not want to leave.”

He sounded stunned. A guttural groan left him, flaring my lust, and coaxing a whimper from deep in my soul.

His wings fluttered outward and lowered until they surrounded us.

The edges of the feathers grazed my arms, as silky and soft as the rest. A shiver crested down my spine, and he spread my legs wider until he was flush to my sex.

His arms curled under me, and he lifted me with ease, turning to drop onto his back with me on his chest. Not one movement removed him from his place inside me.

My legs fell wide around his hips, and my cheek ended up smashed against the cold, smooth skin of his chest. He pulled his wings in tighter around me, nestling me into a comfortable cocoon of warmth.

I struggled to keep my eyes open.