He looked beautiful like this.
Dangerous blue skin glowing beneath moonlight spilling through his windows. Horns silhouetted against shadows.
Eyes burning impossibly bright while power rolled visibly from him in waves.
Not human.
Not even close.
Sten was a Monster—that was true.
But he was my Monster.
Mine.
The thought came instantly.
Terrifyingly naturally.
“You must be sure, Luna,” he said roughly. “Once I do this, it cannot be undone.”
I barely understood him.
Electricity flashed between our bodies in tiny blue arcs.
His dark hair shifted like wind moved through it though the room stood completely still.
Magic.
Real magic.
And somehow my body responded to it instinctively.
Power stirred painfully beneath my skin like something long asleep finally waking up.
“What will it be, Luna?” he growled softly. “Will you let me have you? Will you accept my claim?”
The words wrapped around me like hands.
My entire body tightened.
Because no one had ever asked me that way before.
Not like I mattered.
Not like consent itself was sacred.
I flexed beneath him unconsciously, desperate for friction.
For contact.
For him.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I wanted him.
All of him.
