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My hair whipped around me with such a flurry that it stung. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped me as I fell. The dark depths of the rushing river approached at a frightfully alarming rate. Rocks framed both sides. There would be no way I’d survive this. I closed my eyes.

Please let my death be fast .

A mass slammed into my side from the opposite direction I expected. The falling sensation, making my feet tingle, moved up to my stomach.

I pried my eyes open to see the Lord sneering down at me.

He’d plucked me out of the air. His wings spread out, wide and magnificent. Light glinted off them, making them seem a deep midnight blue.

“Mortal,” he spat, his wings beating with violent whooshes . “You do not obey.” He bared his teeth, and the angle of his dive turned upward with the beat of his wings. The whipping wind pushed my hair out of my face. He kept flying, following the path up the jagged mountainside.

“Where are you going?” My words were swallowed by the wind.

I gripped the front of his shirt with both fists, holding on for dear life even though he kept an arm braced under my ass.

Angling my face to the side, I peered around.

The ground was so far below that my stomach rose to my throat, and my fingertips stung.

I held onto him tighter, squeezing so hard my hands went numb.

Corvus Zypher slowed his ascent and swooped over a dip embedded in the side of the mountain.

Those people—creatures—Novians in the valley had shouted his name like they could command him based on his name.

My mind was in survival mode, and even now, I struggled to make sense of the fact that I wasn’t going to die by splattering or drowning.

Corvus’s angle dipped, swooping into the side of the mountain. He slammed me against a straw-covered floor, wrenching a groan from my gut upon impact. His arms propped his body over me so he was no longer grabbing onto my butt, and he hovered over me, his teeth bared.

“What are you doing?” I panted, scrabbling to back away. I dug my heels into the floor and only managed to scoot back an inch. He yanked my legs open, snarling.

“You smell of another male,” he spat and lunged for my throat. His clawed hand wrapped around my neck, and he pinned me to the floor, stopping my frantic retreat. I gawked up at him, shoving and digging my fingers into his cold arm, but I couldn’t budge him in the slightest.

His engorged shaft bobbed, thick and dripping precum.

“Corvus—" He rammed into me, his frightening, inhuman face hovering over mine, his body curved so his cock was seated deep inside. He pulled back, dragging his length out, then he slammed back in, making my teeth rattle with the thud of our skin meeting.

I gasped, flames licking up my spine and spiraling me into fiery need.

The ridges of his cock pressed against my clit, and he fit the flared base of himself inside me.

The small nodules at the base must be where his hooks extended from.

He grunted, animalistic and wild. So much so, it channeled this visceral reaction through my veins.

Overwhelming lust wracked my sex, making my channel clench around him greedily.

His clawed hand ripped the fabric near my belly button, leaving tatters in its wake. He pressed his palm to my stomach.

“Feel me inside you, Little Mortal. You are mine. You belong to me and no other.” His words were guttural and chilling. The threat somehow fanned my need. I arched my spine to meet his next rut, my head rolling back on the straw.

His speed picked up, and every time he seated himself fully inside me, his cold thighs slapped against my more sensitive skin. The hyper-sexual sounds of fucking fired through me, driving me wild.

“More,” I moaned, running my fingers over the cold flesh of his chest.

His thrust hesitated, and I could only writhe on his cock, trying to chase the sensation that drove me crazy.

A small furrow at the base of his nose deepened with his grunt. Bliss flickered over his odd features, and he trembled.

He was so fucking hot, there I admitted it . His top lip curled up in pleasure, showing me every one of his sharp upper fangs. My channel flexed around him, and an orgasm rippled through my walls, gripping on to him tightly. He hissed, but his thrusting didn’t stop.

Shadows licked up the sides of my skin, their caresses just as delicious as the cock inside me.

His hand on my belly enhanced the fullness. I whimpered, clawing at his chest. A thin, black line opened up on his chest, and the liquid oozed out. His next thrust rubbed my thumb through the liquid and stained his cold flesh, leaving the skin clear as if there had never been a cut.

An aftershock wracked my body, and I stiffened.

“Look at my cock inside you,” he snarled. I was too weak to move, too supine. He gripped my hair stiffly and forced my head up. “Now.”

I groaned and tucked my chin closer to my chest. He held me higher, my midsection raised up. A visible bulge expanded below my belly button.

He withdrew and slammed back into me, making me watch the retreat of his cock. All without releasing the punishing hold in my hair. Why did that make me so excruciatingly wet? His commanding fucking fired through every nerve ending. I couldn’t get enough.

The sight of his retreating shaft shot me into another release, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fireworks exploding behind them. I whimpered, my hands falling limp as he released my hair, the tips of his claws grazing against my scalp.

He pulled out of my sex, so suddenly that I gasped, my eyes peeling wide. He gripped his shaft, the long member jutted, and warmth spread across my sex. The clawed hand slid down his wet shaft, and he groaned, more release spraying over my stomach. The seed was milky and hot.

He bowed his head forward, and a guttural groan ripped through the cavern.

“I will coat you in my seed.” His wings fluttering behind him. “Mine,” he snarled. Another jet of cum spurted across my flesh.

The magnificent monster hovering over me had fucked my brain up. I wanted this. I needed this. I rolled onto my knees, the tattered skirt falling around my thighs. I crawled forward, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock.

His head fell forward, his long, feathery hair shrouding his face. I curved my tongue around the tip and gripped his shaft with one hand, fingertips not meeting.

He hissed out a low breath.

I ran my palm up the dip of the ring-like ridges and flicked my tongue against his narrow tip.

He pitched forward, his hand landing on my head, the tips of his sharp claws sliding along my scalp. The slight scratches lifted goose bumps along my body. I gasped, shivering.

He pushed my head down, cutting off my breath, and his hips thrust, shoving the tip of him against the back of my throat.

I gagged, and his claws flexed in my hair.

Cum exploded against the back of my throat, and I worked to swallow, my eyes watering.

But I didn’t care, I wanted his grunts and hisses.

They woke something deep and needy in my soul.

His release overflowed my mouth and trickled from the corner of my lips. I swallowed what hadn’t escaped, the earthy taste of him warming my stomach. I withdrew my lips from around him and released the bottom half of his shaft, which was too long to put in my mouth.

Corvus dropped to his hands and knees. Even on all fours, it was frightening how large he was.

He leaned forward and ran his long, pointed tongue against the side of my lips.

The rough texture collected the cum painting my chin, and then, just as easily as he lowered, he stood to his full height, flaring his wings outward.

Shadows wound around my arms and pulled me to my feet.

As soon as I put weight on it, pain assaulted my leg.

I lifted that foot to my toes and bent down to move my skirt aside.

A gash had dripped down my ankle and pooled in the edge of my sneaker.

At least, the line of blood had dried, and the wound was no longer dripping.

Now that I wasn’t enveloped in a lusty haze, the sting was obvious.

Corvus suddenly plucked my foot from the floor, stretching my leg up so high I lost my balance.

I gasped, my arms windmilling in my fall backward.

He seemed so invested in my wound that he wasn’t paying attention.

I clenched my eyelids shut and braced for impact, but before I smacked on the straw-covered floor, tendrils caught me.

“What did this?” he hissed.

I stopped thrashing against his stiff grip. He loomed, holding my ankle, while I panted, a few feet off the ground. The shadows had caught me. I experimentally tugged at my foot.

“The husk who grabbed me before I jumped must have cut me.”

“Who is ‘husk’?” he bellowed. It echoed off the walls of the cave. “I will make their death long and painful. Where is the creature?” He seemed visibly ticked off, and it was shocking to say the least.

“Why are you angry? You’ve hurt me.”

His head cocked, those onyx eyes focused on me so intensely it made my stomach whirl with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“No one harms you but me.”

The silence after his announcement was deafening.

“That’s so comforting,” I mumbled, glaring.

He didn’t give me a heads-up before he swept me into his arms, and with a wide stride, plunged us off the face of the cliff.

I screamed, and my hair was sucked into my mouth.

I sputtered, struggling to catch my breath.

Just as suddenly, his wings arched wide and his arms dug into my belly with the abrupt swoop.

I had a clear view of the top of the trees as he flew toward the castle.

“There’s no sun.” I stared up at the gray sky. There was no specific origin of the light; it was just a blanket of gray. His cold arm pressed against my stomach, enhancing the hollow sensation of hunger as I suddenly realized I was starving. When we got back, I’d need to raid those pantries again.