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Everything.

My world flies apart as his cock bottoms out inside me and that strange, tendril shape spreads wide. He fills me and I come again. I don’t have anything left to give—my cock kicks uselessly as my body squeezes around him. My vision is gray at the edges… gray dotted with sparks of red.

Everything.

He can have everything.

And finally, like he’s ready to show me mercy for trying to run, Nox throws back his head and roars as he comes.

The base of his cock swells, making me keep it all inside as I feel cool liquid flood my ass, soothing the sting from the way he tried to tear me apart. I’m not sure if I come again, or if my nerves are just in heaven from the sudden reprieve. He fucks and thrusts into me as he empties an impossible amount of cum into my abused body. Behind him, his wings pulse so hard that the air ruffles my hair.

Where our hands are joined, those black tendrils strain against my skin, trying to get back to where they belong as my entire arm and shoulder flares bright red…

And with one final thrust, it all comes to a halt. The thrum of his wings stops, and his fingers slowly release mine. I feel like I’m floating—a sacrifice to the old gods made ready, made empty. Made into something new.

I’m limp on the table when he finally stills. My eyes flick along Nox’s body, finally rising to his face.

His own gaze is back to… not normal, but the way it looked when I first saw him. Those red eyes are full of satisfaction, and his wings are fanning behind him in slow, steady movements instead of that hum that tries to tear straight through me.

“Better?” I want to pat myself on the back for getting the syllables out, but I can’t. Those tendrils are still wrapped around my arms and thighs, pinning me to the table as he steps forward and leans over me.

“Almost.”

“What else—” The question cuts off in a gasp of shock and agony as Nox arrows his hand down and lances his claws straight into my chest, like he’s looking for my heart.

CHAPTER 13

NOX

More.

Everything.

The body beneath me was made to fit around the shape of my shadows—the taste of him is the thing that’s been missing since before the sun touched the earth.

And I know that he still has to die if I want to keep him.

Just a little.

Just enough.

“Wh… why?” he gasps as I twist my claws in his chest. My shadows spill up, flooding into his mouth and wrenching it open. I lean over him, rocking my hips again, and fuck him as his blood starts to spill across the table beneath him, his life sliding from him one pump of his heart at a time. It’s not enough to kill him—it’s just enough to let me inside.

And he moans. Aspen moans as I rip into him, while I tear him open, and I know without a doubt that there was never another option but this. My hand leaves his chest and slashes across my own. Black liquid spills from my body, filling up the hole I left in his sternum as I lean over him and open my mouth.

Saliva strings from my lips, my tongue, dripping down and filling his mouth until he chokes on it—thick, black liquid that streams down his cheeks as I force my cum deeper into his body, rocking my hips hard enough to break him.

“Swallow,” I hiss, and he chokes. It doesn’t matter. I force him to drink me down while I pound into his body as if I want to tear straight through him.

I want him broken.

I want my shadows to hold him together, to tether him to me.

I want to feel what I just felt, the all-consuming desire, the lust, the need, again and again until he has nothing left to give. Until the stars in the sky burn out and the sun explodes and casts the world back into darkness and I return to the shadows.

I want to take Aspen there with me.

My hips thrust and my little human chokes, and when his body tenses and his ass clenches around me as he comes again—comes from me taking him to the brink of death—I dip my head down and set my teeth into the side of his neck, marking him forever.