Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
With a sharp tug, he ripped my gown from my body, the sound echoing through the room, and before I comprehended he was moving me, I was suddenly on my feet. I stood bare before him—flushed, trembling, my thighs slick, my pussy dripping. His gaze raked over me like a starving beast.
“Draxus, please,” I whimpered, aching for him.
He didn’t need more begging. His hands were everywhere—his tongue hot on my skin—his tail slamming the floor before curling around my waist and hoisting me up.
He pinned me against the black stone wall, lava veins glowing all around. His heat, his need—it devoured me.
His tail moved to wrap tightly around my thigh, jerking it up so my knee was bent and bound to the wall, and I gasped as the tip of his massive cock pressed at my entrance. My fingers dug into his scaled shoulders as my pussy trembled with anticipation.
“Draxus, I—”
“Shhh,” he murmured, tongue flicking against my ear. “Let me show you how much I need you.”
Then he pushed into me—thick, blisteringly hot, and stretching me wide. I cried out as he filled me, my body arching against him.
“Yours,” I gasped.
He shoved all the way in, pressing me hard into the wall. His claws dug into my hips, drawing blood. I trembled, lost to the feeling of his tongue dragging down my neck, growling as he claimed me.
“You were perfect tonight,” he rasped. “Every monster in that hall wanted you. It took everything in me not to tear their throats out.”
I whimpered, clutching his shoulders. He fucked me, hot spurts of cum filling me before he even orgasmed. I gasped—nearly overwhelmed—but I didn’t stop him.
I didn’t want him to stop.
“Draxus,” I whispered, reaching down to stroke the part of his tail still wrapped around my thigh as he slammed its barbed tip into the wall beside us. I wrapped my fingers around a spike, and he shuddered.
“Careful, sweetness,” he growled. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”
But I did. And I wanted to play more.
His claws tightened. His cock pulsed, spurting more of his heat into me.
“Draxus,” I moaned. The heat spread, igniting me.
“You’re mine, Elowen,” he snarled. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped as he drove deeper, my body yielding, the pain and stretch giving way to mind-numbing pleasure.
He kept going—thrusting harder—until I felt myself unraveling.
“Draxus, please,” I begged. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” he growled. He pulled out, spun me around, and pressed me to the wall.
Then he thrust back in.
I cried out, nails clawing at the stone as he moved, each stroke deeper, more punishing, more perfect.
“Gods, Draxus,” I moaned, surrendering.
He growled and fucked me harder. My walls clamped down, pleasure erupting inside me.
“Come for me, Elowen,” he ordered.
And I did, as if he commanded it. My body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came, my nails scraping down the wall before one hand landed on our connection. I flicked my clit a couple of times before I circled my palm lightly around his cock, feeling the slippery skin pistoning through my fist then into my swollen pussy.
Cum oozed between my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I brought my hand to my lips, sucking my fingers into my mouth. A tingling sensation spread over my tongue and traveled quickly to my pussy.
I groaned with desire, looking over my shoulder at my monster, licking his spicy, cinnamon taste from my lips. Draxus let out a roar, his hips slamming into mine as he followed me over the edge, his hot, glowing seed over-filling me and sliding down my legs, pooling between my feet.
Still, he didn’t stop. He kept moving, slower now but just as intense, his cock throbbing with release.
“You’re mine,” he said again, voice like gravel and fire. “And I’ll never let you go.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I am.”
EPILOGUE
QUEEN ELOWEN
It had been a year since I became mated to my beast.
The air was thick with the familiar warmth of the castle that had become my home. I loved the molten veins in the black stone—surrounding me above, beneath, all around.
They cast their glow as I wandered the halls, one hand resting on my swollen belly, fingers tracing gentle circles over the taut skin where our child shifted and kicked.
I smiled, feeling the strength of the little life within me—half human, half Draxus.
I paused before the twin tapestries hanging in the grand hall. Their threads caught the firelight, making the scenes appear almost alive.
I stared at the first—my father’s sigil. The emblem of the life I left behind. Of cruelty and control. It was torn now, its edges scorched and blackened by flame.
Draxus had ripped it from my father’s throne room after his forces burned the castle to the ground. He fought every man who tried to defend their wicked ways.
None survived.
The second tapestry had belonged to the man I was once betrothed to. It too was shredded, its center marred, threads loose and burned.