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I let out a shaky breath. All of this was unreal. How was this happening to me? The humor of the situation left as suddenly as it arrived.

If bringing him to orgasm would make him consider letting me go, I’d make him come so hard he wouldn’t have any other choice but to give in to me.

Resolve settled on my shoulders. I’d made Andrew come plenty of times; this would be a piece of cake.

I wasn’t sure where the spur of determination came from, but I was rolling with it. I had nothing to lose, literally.

He watched me from his sprawled position on his throne, arms settled carelessly on the armrests. His cock was still so hard it pointed to the ceiling. He watched me, silent and expectant.

I scooted a few inches forward on my knees, closer to the textured girth. The intimidatingly thick and lengthy shaft. Milky liquid beaded at the tip, and I watched in awe as the droplet traveled down the side.

Leaning forward so the seat of the chair pushed against my ribs, I swallowed. Now, to do this with finesse, especially since his member was nothing close to a human one.

He bunched my hair, and the tips of his claws scratched my scalp. A shiver crept down my spine. I reached up to grip his wrist. The cold, hard surface was difficult to wrap my hand around, and it felt weird and longer than a human wrist, as if he had an additional joint.

“I lead,” I said, peeking up at him. He only stared, unreactive to my words. “My deal, my terms.”

That made his eyelids flare, and he grunted, releasing me. I smoothed my hands down the front of my shirt. Inching closer until I found a comfortable position for my knees, then I rested my palms against his thighs to brace myself. He watched me steadily, saying nothing.

“Your fumbling attempts will not succeed mortal,” he drawled.

My jaw stiffened, if he didn’t think anything would come of this, it was another way to shame me. Straightening my shoulders, I took hold of his shaft with one hand. My fingers struggled to meet, so I gripped him with my other hand as well.

I dropped my attention to the straining tip. If I kept watching him, I’d fumble from the nerves devouring my stomach. The cock pulsed under my grip, and I slid one hand upward to the pointy tip, rubbing my thumb against the moisture at the top, slicking the liquid around the smooth, cold tip.

His breathing hitched, so I repeated the motion, peeking up at him. He watched me with narrowed eyes. His obvious displeasure only flared my determination.

Narrowing the space between my thumb and pointer finger, I squeezed. His skin was an interesting texture. Smooth, but also cold. A bit like granite, but with more give.

I slipped down to the base with a hard grip. His hips bucked up, forcing his shaft into my hands. More moisture dribbled down the length.

There was something alluring about the creature’s reaction to my touch. That lust that had spawned earlier flooded between my legs. He turned me on more with just his cock in my hand than fucking Andrew. Wanting him was sick and wrong, but it wouldn’t stop.

His claws rested against the rounded parts of the armrests. It gave me a better look at his hands. His fingers were longer than a human's and there was a sharpness to each dip and turn that mimicked his other features.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, wrapping my mouth around the tip. Now that it wasn’t being used as a tool to choke me, I took a moment to savor the thick liquid.

It tasted . . . good?

My eyes widened, and I ran my tongue across the tip to collect more of his pre-cum. He grunted, and his hands curled harder into his throne. I peeked up at him, and he watched me through lowered eyelids, the onyx of his eyes reflecting the flames flickering in the hearth.

I rolled my tongue along the side of his shaft, and he gasped, lips parting.

After lifting off him, I turned my head to run my tongue up his textured length.

Liquid dripped from the top and traveled down his inhuman shaft.

I licked lower, passing the divots until I stopped at the small nodes surrounding his base.

I ran my hands upward to guide him into my mouth again, and this time I bobbed my head down until his tip pressed against the back of my throat.

He hissed, and a high-pitched creak reached my ears.

I didn’t let it distract me. Saliva dribbled down his shaft, and I twisted my hands around his base.

This was filthy, but my life depended on this.

A deep rumble built in his throat, and his hips pumped up.

I gagged but managed to keep my rhythm, using my hands on the rest of him to make up for what I couldn’t take in my mouth.

He breathed raggedly, and his hips lifted again.

He used his grip on his throne as a perch to pump deeper into my mouth.

Slowly, I dragged my hand down to his base, and then slipped it lower and felt for the heavy weight of his sack. Instead, I found two smooth, round protrusions tight to his body. I ran my hands over the dips, gently rubbing. He grunted like I’d sucker punched him. The orbs were velvety and heavy.

I rubbed my finger in the tight little divot running between them while licking his tip and squeezing his shaft.

He leaned forward with a groan and then slumped back.

His hips pumped into my mouth, insistently pushing himself deeper.

Something about his pleasure sparked mine to life.

I hated the need pulsing inside me, but his reactions were addicting.

I managed to keep control of the depth, rolling and touching in conjunction with the bob of my head.

My eyelashes fluttered and I couldn’t contain my moan.

Touching him was turning me on to a painful extent.

His cock stiffened until it was rock hard under my grip, and so suddenly, he exploded.

Jets of cum coated my tongue, and I didn’t stop my rhythm, taking, and touching, and rubbing.

His sweet and salty taste was oddly addicting.

I struggled to swallow, and the sheer volume made it impossible to take every drop.

His shaft jerked again, and a vein running up the length pulsed under my palm.

I peeked up to find his head tipped back and his fangs on full display, pleasure licking across his features. There was something so utterly erotic about the visual. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, needing to relieve the pressure between them.

Cum trickled from the corner of my mouth, trailing down my chin. He released a hissing breath, and his hips thrust up one last time.

Rolling my tongue across the tip once more, I pulled back and sat back on my legs, putting me much lower than him. His eyes snapped open, and he leaned forward so fast that I didn’t have time to avoid him gripping my jaw.

The tips of his claws pressed into my cheeks, and I flinched.

“What have you done to me?” he snapped.

I could only gawk. “Speak,” he hissed.

My lips parted and closed, and I tried to shake my head, but all I managed was to make the side of his claw dig into my cheek until it stung. He released me so abruptly, I fell backward.

He stood, and his wings stretched out, moving behind him. He leaned down until he ran the back of his claw against the corner of my mouth.

“What have you done?” he repeated, as if I suddenly had the answer.

“You orgasmed,” I said hesitantly but with no less strength in my voice. Instead of addressing my comment, he gripped the back of my neck and forced me upright. I gasped, scrambling to stand on numb feet. He strode toward the hallway, towing me beside him.

My heart pounded against my ribcage. This was it, if I disappeared down the hall, I didn’t believe I would walk out of here alive.

“I’m not going back to that cold room with the dead woman. We made a deal, you promised to consider releasing me!”

He stopped so abruptly I almost fell, even with his grip on my neck. I tried to turn my head to look at him but could only go so far with his thumb claw about to puncture my throat. His head slowly turned toward me.

“I considered it.”

With that, he continued dragging me, and with each staggering step after him, my anger mounted. This wasn’t fair.

I shoved his side, ramming my shoulder into him, not caring if his nail sliced open my jugular. The sharp edge of the claw lifted, managing not to harm me. He apparently didn’t want me dead—at least not yet. The realization slapped me across the face. I just wish I knew why .

“You liar.”

He turned, cocking his head to watch me with those eerie eyes. Jerking forward, I slipped out of his grip easier than I anticipated.

I licked my lips and inched back a step.

Maybe it was best that I enraged him to the point that he killed me now.

I didn’t want to find out what he had in store for me.

If my hearing and seeing stuff started when he began to ‘watch me,’ then he’d been keeping tabs on me since I was eighteen, making it close to two decades now.

Clenching my teeth, I lifted my chin and met his scary eyes head-on.

Instead of saying anything, his shadows exploded out of him and wrapped around my wrists. They pulled me, stumbling and tripping, into the branching hallway.

“I won’t sleep on the ground.”

He heaved out a breath, sounding more annoyed than he had the right to be.

The shadows half-carried, half-dragged me down the hall.

My feet gave out from under me and the cement rasped against the side of my sneakers.

He entered a door, and it opened to another open, empty area.

This place was huge, and every hall and room was so similar that it felt like I’d gone nowhere, which I knew wasn’t the case.

Torches illuminated the path, and he crossed to another stone hall.

“You have pleased me, so I will reward you,” he suddenly said after what felt like hours of silence. A reward? Was he letting me go?

He waved his hand, and his shadows opened a nearby door.

Once the shadows pulled me up to the threshold, I gasped and yanked until I was released. My bed! I shot toward my familiar violet bedsheets. I fell onto the mattress, bunching the rumpled blanket. The familiar smell of my detergent reached my nostrils. I was home.

I let out a gusty sigh of relief . . . then I saw the surrounding walls. Stone walls, similar to the rest I’d seen, made up the structure of the room. It was just part of my bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed before I fell to the floor. The bed creaked with the familiar squeak of the wooden frame. With my hands on my lap, I could only stare.

“Mortal.” His booming voice ripped me out of my thoughts. The corner of his eyes pinched slightly, and the feline-esque nostrils flared. He narrowed his eyes. “Your soul is pulsing.”

The comment was so odd that it took me a second to compute.

“My soul?” I whispered. “You can see my soul?” I said with more volume.

He made a sound that sounded like an affirmative hum, but it rumbled with a deep purr.

“I can see what is mine.”

“My soul is yours?” I scowled up at him. “How?”

“It does not stop pulsating.” He was suddenly peering into my face. “What emotion are you feeling ?” His lip curled with disgust as he placed emphasis on the last word. I jerked back, my eyes widening. He grabbed my jaw in a harsh grip. “Answer.” I winced at the push of his fingers into my face.

“Disappointment.” He cocked his head. “You’re not going to let me go . . .” My voice cracked.

“Ah,” he straightened, releasing my face. He said it like it was a huge discovery, but I was so lost. I didn’t know what went on in this inhuman creature’s head, and I didn’t want to know.

His proximity overwhelmed my senses. I stood so quickly that my chest brushed against him. The pleasure on his face when he’d come played in my memory. It lit the still simmering heat in my stomach. I backed away from him, fearful of the craving.

I was attracted to the monster.

My body had reacted to his forceful touches. He’d woken something dark inside me. A lust I didn’t want but couldn’t deny.

I eyed him where he still stood at the side of the bed, in deep contemplation.

His shadows crept out from him, like tendrils, reaching for my leg. It wound around my ankle, the cool sensation spurring the heat to flood south. I was close to panting now.

“Didn’t I please you?” I whispered, desperation seeping into my voice.

I needed to get away from him; this sick perversion would only become worse if I remained here.

“I know I did, you orgasmed.” His wings fluttered behind him, and he didn’t say anything, so I continued with my spiel, “Then why can’t I leave? ”

He bared his sharp teeth, grabbing my hair in a harsh hold.

“My mortal.”

“You said my soul is yours.” The shadows licked up my thigh like the graze of a gentle touch.

He yanked me forward by my hair so hard that I screamed, agony rippling over my scalp.

I smacked against him. My harsh panting caused my nipples to graze against him, and the pinch of him gripping my hair turned up the flame that he’d caused.

I gritted my teeth, and his chest vibrated.

Suddenly, he tossed me, and I landed on the mattress with a grunt.

With one of his sharp claws, he carefully grazed it across my forehead to move my hair to the side.

“Enough.” He pulled the blanket over my body. “Sleep, Little Mortal.”

He leaned down and licked my cheek. I could only gawk at the length of his tongue; it was three times the length of a human one and the surface was rough.

He straightened, observing me expectantly. After another few seconds of him watching me, I licked my lips nervously.

“And you’re going to just stand there?” I blinked up at him. “Like right there?”

He didn’t answer, and those eerie black eyes didn’t waver. The light from the torches played along his features, making him look evil. I closed my eyes, not having the energy to fight. Not when I was already fighting the desire that he’d sparked to life.

As I slipped into sleep, the familiar sensation of being watched settled over me. I’d become used to it in the recent years, so it’d become a comfort, like I wasn’t alone.

As wrong as it was, clinging to the creature determined to have my soul seemed to be my only choice.