Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
All my life, I’d learned that men were nothing but tyrants, their wickedness etched into every demand they gave to those weaker than themselves, every lie they told us, and every betrayal.
I never believed in fated mates—not until I was snatched from the shadows and taken by a winged creature with dark, fierce eyes, fangs, and claws… and a promise of both danger and salvation.
He said I was his. That he wouldn’t let me go. End of story.
Now, I was bound to a monster whose unyielding grasp refused to even loosen. His presence was a storm—violent, irresistible, but strangely, achingly intimate.
And the longer I stayed with him, the further I weakened under the weight of our undeniable connection.
I was caught between forbidden desires and the irrefutable realization that he’d ensure I couldn’t leave… because he was determined to get me pregnant
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PROLOGUE
MARREX
My cock ached, my sac heavy and ready to empty into her. The hum in my length started to become heavier, more prominent. Her hips flared enticingly, and I pictured gripping them and forcing her to take my enormous shaft. I wanted to stare into her eyes as my succa suctioned around her clit and forced her to come.
My cock was hard, the thick knots along the length throbbing as I envisioned all the filthy things I’d do to her.
Taking it in hand, I tightened my hold around that swollen girth. I’d make sure she took every last drop of my seed—day and night—until it was constantly dripping out of her pussy.
I couldn't help but imagine her tiny body under mine as I pistoned in and out before finally feeling her cunt walls clamp around me as she found her release and took mine.
I growled at the vision and pumped my clawed hand faster and harder, more seed dripping out of my tip like a leaky faucet. Every muscle in my body was wound tight.
Holding in my growl of pleasure was torture. I wanted Freydis to awaken, so she could see me masturbating in front of her. I wanted to stare into her eyes as I came and covered her with my cum, even though I couldn’t.
At least not yet.
The big, hairless weights between my thighs tightened with the need to orgasm, but I never had before. That was reserved for when I found my mate, when I was buried balls-deep inside her and she brought forth that which would make me come.
I dug my claws into the stone ground, hissing through my fangs as the pleasure became unbearable while also intangible. With no way to actually orgasm without my cock being buried inside Freydis’s cunt, touching myself like this was more torturous than gratifying.
I felt my pitch-black eyes start to glow with my raging emotions and the sensations coursing through me. I closed my eyes, bared my fangs, let the whap, whap, whap of masturbating fill my ears, and felt my pre-cum ooze between my fingers to then pool on the ground.
And when I stared at her again and Freydis breathed out softly, turning her face toward me, her eyes slowly opening, I couldn’t hold in my grunt of pleasure.
My knots pulsed, my succa wanting to be released so badly to latch onto her clit. I inhaled deeply when she gasped. She was fully awake now and seeing what I did right beside her.
The furs were still pushed away from her body, and I stared at her pert little breasts. I dug my claws even deeper into the stone, scraping them down slowly so they left deep gouges.
The way her breathing increased, her pupils dilating, and how she couldn’t stop watching my massive hand running up and down my equally huge cock, the pleasurable agony was almost too much to handle.
All I could imagine was filling her with cum, then pulling out and covering her body until she was bathed in white ropes of it.
I reached down to the clear pre-seed at the crown of my cock and covered my finger with it.
Then, I ran the digit over her mouth, loving how she parted her lips for me as she gasped. I coated her top then bottom lip fully, my eyes glowing so brightly it painted her in an ethereal glow.
“So pretty,” I snarled and leaned in, inhaling deeply until my nostrils flared. Her body was so tiny, lying atop my massive pallet. I didn't ask to touch her. Instead, I ran my claws over the upper part of her chest. She was so soft, all smooth skin and long hair spread out across the furs. “So mine,” I grunted, and I ran the tip of my nose along her cheek. She cocked her head to the side, giving me better access so I could scent her.
“What’s happening?” she whispered, and I knew it was to herself.
I leaned back, gripped her chin lightly so she was forced to look at me, and said with all the need and conviction in my monstrous voice, “What’s happening is that you’re mine, and I’m claiming my prize soon.”
1
FREYDIS
Iwish it were an exaggeration when I said I’d been running my entire life.
But I meant it in every sense of that phrase.
The world was nothing but scorched plains, jagged cliffs, and endless stretches of lands controlled by the feral beasts of this world known as men.
I ran. I survived. But most of all, I endured.
The stories of my world warned of creatures lurking deep in the woods—ones with glowing eyes, horrendous strength, and massive, inhuman bodies.
They called this world cursed, and it was. It was a place where life itself had fangs and claws and could tear you apart.
But I’d never feared the storybook monsters. It was the human men who hunted me, the ones with greedy eyes and cruel hands. They only saw me as a currency.