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Alisdair cracked my legs open like an egg, positioning himself at my entrance.
I grabbed half the branch and smashed it over his head.
He snapped around, hands flying off me, and I took off running.
“Huh, huh, huh.” At least, in my mind, I took off running. In reality, I staggered and stumbled through the snow—panting like an animal and trying to will urgency into my relaxed limbs, and loosening into my tauter-than-a-bowstring core.
Shadowsoul was on me in a heartbeat, throwing me up against a tree. Rough, unforgiving bark fought back—digging into my cheek and stomach. Alisdair’s laugh was warm, tickling breath on my ear. He thrust inside me with one smooth move.
We both groaned so deep and guttural, it shook the tree.
I couldn’t believe I marveled at his impossible tongue. It was nothing—nothing compared to the monster between my legs.
“Oh,” I cried out. “Ah!”
“Say it,” he hissed. He licked a stripe up my cheek and grumbled. I tasted good. “I will have no more of your blustering. Your holding back. The lies on your lips and the truth in your pussy. Scream my name.” A hard snap of his hips drove him deeper, rolling my eyes up in my head. “The name you curse. The name that haunts your nightmares. The name that burns your tongue.Screamit, little bird.
“Sing.”
My eye rolled in its socket, meeting his straight on. “Fuck. You.”
He smirked—wide and terrible. “Close enough.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in, impaling that spot with one strike.
I died.
No dramatics. No exaggerations. No bluster. No lies.
Alisdair started pumping—pounding—my pussy, and the person I was, was no more. It was simple fact, as he said. One simply could not know such filthy, dirty, shameful,amazingpleasure, and emerge the same person.
“Oh, gods, yes,” I shrieked. “Ahh, fuck!”
Alisdair was no less quiet than me. His beastlike snarls and growls increased with his pace, filling me with a feeling that should’ve been fear. Oh, how I wished to Meya it was. But no. The only thing I felt at hearing him come apart at the seams, losing all sense of himself and his hold on his faemanity for want of me... was turnedon.
I tightened my walls, clamping down on his cock.
“Agh,” he bellowed, falling on top of me. “Fuck’s sake!”
I smirked. “You scream my name, oh Lord Shadowsoul, King of Beasts. Enough of your lies and bluster. I am a pointless, decorative creature, and you still can’t resist me.”
His eyes flashed. “Oh, dear. I’m going to reach a new level of savagery with you.”
“Are you?” I yawned, and had to snap my jaw shut when a ragged moan tried slipping out too. “When does that start?”
I knew instantly I made a mistake.
The forest spun. Blinking, my mind couldn’t connect how I came face-to-face with him, and the vicious cut I opened on his forehead. My back pressed to the tree within the space of a breath. A smalleepescaped me, undercutting my bluster, when he dropped my ankles on his shoulder.
“Starts now.”
Alisdair lost control.
There was no other way to describe it. No word more flowery. No adjective more accurate. The man buried deep inside me, and all sense of civility and control snapped.
My cries were straight screams, echoing into the whistling, frigid forest. Alisdair pumped so hard and fast, he was barely out before he was thrusting back in, hitting heretofore undiscovered angles, and exploding heat and fierce, fiery arousal deep within a core long ignored.
I kicked and slapped at him. Somewhere in the part of my mind still functioning, it was screaming I still had a chance to break free, and stop this before the ancient rites took hold.
My hand came up to dig into his cut, but he threw his head back at that moment—ragged groans ripping from his throat, and baring his fangs to the sky. Fangs that were... bigger?
