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“Use your words.”

I snap my hips, hitting the back of her throat. Sweet tension skitters down to my balls. I arch my back with a groan.

Alienor gags.

I gasp.

Since she was the one who engulfed my cock, her protection won’t stop me from fucking her hard and deep.

She stares up at me, her eyes widening, as she comes to the same conclusion.

“You are going to be a good girl for your king, yes?” I say.

Whatever she says next is muffled by my girth.

I smirk. “What’s that, my dear? I can’t hear you.”

Her hand shoots up, and she plunges a stake into my side. Pain explodes through my abdomen like a strike of blue lightning. Wincing, I grab the whittled piece of wood and yank it out.

Black blood soaks the wood, some of it running down my hand.

Alienor gazes up at me, her eyes wide.

My blood heats.

She tried to kill me.

Again.

Any other time, her assassination attempt would push me to the edge of my rage, but not today. I have Alienor exactly where I want her—kneeling before me with her lips wrapped around my cock.

I expect her to pull back and scurry toward the safety of her cottage, but she swallows, sending a rush of sensation to my balls.

“That was very naughty.” I flick the blood over her cheek, making her wince.

Alienor remains in place, her features frozen.

I rake my claws an inch away from her eye. The magic protecting her from my wrath crackles up the insides of my fingers to my palm.

Alienor slides her tongue over the spot where my shaft meets my cockheads, her eyes flaring with defiance.

My breath quickens.

Nothing about her behavior says she wants to escape.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me finish?” I ask.

She sucks my cock so hard that my knees buckle.

“Damn you, Alienor,” I say without bite. “I’m going to fuck your throat so hard, you’ll be feeling me for a century.”

She makes more muffled sounds around my shaft, the pleasurable vibrations setting my skin alight.

I pull back a few inches and snap my hips, hitting the back of her throat. Alienor squeezes her eyes shut and gags.

“Look at me,” I snarl.

Her eyes open, loosening tears that slide down the sides of her face.


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