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“These humans have been gathered for one purpose. That one is no different. If an attempt is not made to breed with her, then she will be recalled and put to better use.” Laura opens her mouth to speak, but the king silences her with a hand. “Do you understand?”
Giroth issues a succinct nod. “I understand, my King.”
My heart races, and I rest my head on his chest, taking in the scent of him. I know I’ll be safe with him, no matter what happens.
His claws chase down my back before he offers a bow. “If that is all…”
“You may take your leave,” says the king, standing from his throne. “Remember, I expect results.”
Giroth doesn’t say another word, escorting me through the halls with some urgency. It’s as if he can’t stand another minute in this place, and I don’t blame him. I don’t know what’s going to happen to Laura, but she, more than anyone, deserves what’s coming to her.
I close my eyes and push the thought down.
“Giroth?”
He says nothing as he guides me into the carriage, and is silent until we arrive back at his home. But his gaze remains steady on me, as if he can’t afford to look away. Gently, he leads me inside, and as soon as the door shuts, he drops to his knees in front of me, kissing me hard.
I can’t get a word in, frisson chasing up my arms where his claws graze. He links an arm around me and drags me against him, catching the fabric of my shirt and ripping it off of me in ribbons.
I finally manage to tear away. “Giroth, wait.”
“No,” he says, his hot mouth chasing down my neck and over my shoulder. “You heard what the King said.”
I run my hands through his dark hair. “That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it.”
His gaze meets mine, open and vulnerable.
My lips meet his brow. He seems stunned when I pull back and smile at him. “I know I’m safe with you, Giroth, whatever may come.”
Our lips crash again, and this time, I don’t withdraw.
He hoists me in his arms and I wrap my legs securely around his waist, our kiss never breaking as we barely make it across the hall to a decorative table. With one arm, he swipes a vase off and sends it crashing to the floor, setting me down as I tug at his pants. He springs out, already rock hard against my stomach.
My next breath misses me as he slips two fingers between my thighs, finding me wet. A low rumble begins in his chest as he stokes a fire in my core. I wriggle against his careful fingers and kiss the underside of his jaw.
When he withdraws, he pulls down my pants. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of any-”
All at once, he enters me, making my body riot around him. A gasp gets stuck in my throat, and all I can do is hold on for dear life as he rails me against the wall. His motions are smooth and controlled, but desperate. I ride the waves of his passion, wanting to bawl when our hips join. He’s so hard and heavy, but despite our differences, this feels right.
I catch his horns as he stands with me skewered on his cock.
He’s more than strong enough for the both of us, and I can feel his skin flush in preparation for that final peak. And in a sudden rush, he comes hard, making my body quake at the pressure of his seed inside of me. I press myself against Giroth to catch my breath, suspended by him, alone.
But he’s far from finished with me.
He walks us to his dining room and lays me back on the table, stroking my wild hair out of my eyes. He recaptures my mouth, something sweet to dull the delicious ache. Our breath mingles as he withdraws. “This isn’t like before,” he warns in a whisper.
I tease his shirt open to explore with feverish intent. “Fine by me.”
I swear he smiles before he dips down to take one of my hard nipples between his sharp teeth, his thrusts coming gently as if he’s biding his time before the next wave. My body clenches at the sensation, and I throw my head back with a reverent sigh.
He doesn’t seem to care that we’re making a mess on his fine table, only focused on me. And when he goes fully hard again, my breath quickens. He slides in with intent, our shared fluids easing his passage.
A hot moan escapes me as he pins me to the table.
I kick my legs up around him, accepting all of him impossibly. He is so big, and my body strains against the weight of him, but somehow, we manage. His claws dig into my rump, dragging me up to meet him, and I muffle a cry. Something hard flashes in his eyes, and he drags my arms up over my head, baring his teeth at me. “I want to hear you scream for me.
