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I cupped her large breasts, letting my fingers slide over the hard nipples before my mouth grew jealous. As much as I wanted to kiss her until morning, thoughts of burying my face in her bosom had haunted my dreams since we met. And tonight was not a night I would deny myself that pleasure. I took her nipple into my mouth, loving the way she gasped when my fangs drew against the soft flesh. I tugged at her, teasing the bud as I let my fingers trail down over the planes of her stomach, and through her soft curls until they thrust inside her. “Shh, I know this is where you need me. Don’t fret, precious thing, I have you.”

Blair bit down on her lip, trying to suppress a needy whimper.

“So proud,” I scoffed. Outside the window, a nervous wind howled against stone walls, roses scattered from vases and rolled gently across the floor, like the start of some staged rite. And my wicked creature howled my name so sweetly with my tail worshiping her clit.

Body coiled tighter than a bowstring, Blair grabbed onto my tail, hand shaking as I continued to work against her. Her free hand slapped against my shoulder, tears pricking her eyes. “Osid, oh god, fuck! Fuck!”

The pleasure was so stark in her voice I could feel it in my own veins. I worked her faster as her body fevered, her hips thrusting in an attempt to match the hypnotic rhythm of my fingers stroking her. I grabbed her face and made her look at me so I could see the very moment she came apart. “Give into me, precious thing. You know you want to. You know you want to come apart as I watch you scream. Ah, you’re so close, aren’t you?”

Her breathing became faster, harsher, her brown eyes filling with the prettiest tears at each thrust of my fingers.

“Gods, you are so beautiful. I don’t know if I want to spoil you rotten or ruin you.”

“Osid—” Her hands tugged against my wrist, trying to pull me free of her. “I want you. Please, fuck me.”

Hearing her beg for me like that drove me to madness. I quickly positioned myself between her thighs, spread her legs apart and all but ripped off the button on my fly. Gripping her hip with one hand, I used the other to sink the head of my straining cock into her pussy. I wanted to go slow, make sure she had time to adjust, but at the first touch of her heat, I shoved it deep inside, filling her.

She screamed for me, digging her heels into me, eyes urging me forward.

“Yes, Wicked Thing. This is mine now, you’re mine. See how greedily your body takes me.”

Delirious with her heat, I squeezed my eyes shut and pounded into her, yielding to the roughness that she craved. She shuddered at a particular spot, then screamed when I angled the balled piercings on the head of my cock to strike it just so. Her wetness coated her inner thighs, and I nearly melted as her grunts of pleasure filled my ears. I buried my face into her neck, lost in the ecstasy of her body against mine.

It felt—I didn’t have the words to describe how it felt to be cradled in her legs, filling her up until her womb knew just exactly whose seed it would soon be carrying.

To my surprise, my normally outspoken Blair began to whisper her pleasure instead of scream. “So good. So, so good. God, I’m gonna—”

I kissed her, all but devouring her lips, and soon she was exploding, body shivering as she moaned into my mouth. I let her ride it out on my length until I broke off with a deep yell. I pressed my forehead to hers and shuddered into her, my cock throbbing hard.

Afterward, we lay tangled on the pillaged bed. She traced gentle arcs across my ribs, a cartographer charting new territory, and for the first time in far too long, I felt honestly, heartbreakingly light.

“Tomorrow,” Blair repeated after a while. “Then you can say it.”

Chapter 29

Blair

The Biwban had a sense of humor, I’d give them that. Not soon after Osid and I woke up that morning, both of us were whisked away to the next trial and were promptly separated. I was given an elegant regency-style gold dress with a flower belt that cinched just below my breasts—which made them look amazing, by the way—and was dropped off at the foot of a hedge maze. In the distance, I could see a large mansion with people ballroom dancing in the windows. The maze itself looked like it was straight out of a historical romance, complete with elegant flower displays, marble statues, and all manner of ritzy filigree plastered on every bench and pergola.

The announcer’s familiar voice came over the loudspeaker.

“Subjects 12 and S 52, welcome to the sixth floor of The Crucible. And might I say, congratulations for getting to five bars on your affection meter! This is the type of progress we like to see, and we hope that today’s challenge will make your love even stronger.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, get to the point. What fresh hell did you cook up for us today?”

“Today’s challenge will simulate a popular human mating ritual, a Lady’s Ruination, in which the couple will sneak off into the garden alone for a secret tryst. Once other humans find them together, a lady’s reputation is promptly ruined and the two must become engaged. As you are well aware, bonding is increased under duress, so just like before, we have decided to up the ante.”

“Oh joy,” I said, only half listening. It didn’t matter what nonsense they had in store for us today; Osid and I had already planned to set the room on fire so they had to evacuate us, the same as they had to do on the third floor. Luckily for us, the garden maze looked very flammable. I dug the lighter out of my bra and tested it. After a few tries, the spark lit. Satisfied it wasn’t going to crap out on me again, I tucked it back into place.

The simulated starry night sky flickered, and double doors opened up above the center of the maze. A large cage descended from the ceiling.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Our researchers have indicated that the proper monster for this challenge would be a minotaur. Alas, we were unable to find any minotaur DNA in the Earth samples we’ve collected. Rest assured, our team is hard at work creating a suitable substitute for future couples. For now, we must work with the tools we have.”

Inside the cage was the one-armed pink T. rex. The beast thrashed against the bars, hissing angrily when the cage jerked in the air. It disappeared into the tall hedge until it landed with a thump. I heard a long creak as the doors opened, followed by rustling hedges and angry bellows. The cage rose up before disappearing back into the ceiling. The doors closed, and the starry night sky was whole once again.

“A T. rex?” I screamed. “You expect us to fight a fucking T. rex? With what weapons? Give us a goddamn rocket launcher or something, this isn’t fair!”