Page 34 of Their Blood Queen

I’m a?—

A blur of strength and danger silences my thought before I can finish it. The creature moves faster than I would have given him credit for, rushing over me until I’m flattened against the bed and he’s above me. He’s enormous, but his face is level with mine as his claws sink into the mattress on either side of my head. Just one palm could crush me if he wanted. “You are no whore, little star. You are mine.”

A whimper escapes me, but it’s not one of fear.

It’s one of need.

His claim awakens something inside of me. The figment seems to see the mixture of my desperation and my desire. The ache rolling through my body makes me squirm underneath him as I squeeze my eyes shut, then force them open again.

He watches me as if debating something. Then he leans in and sniffs my neck, and for some reason, the gesture seems strangely intimate.

He growls.

My thoughts become a jumbled mess when the beast takes one massive claw and scrapes it down my body, instantly shredding my nightdress and revealing me to him. He was careful enough not to scratch me, minus one stinging spot just above my navel.

He growls again, but this time it’s a possessive sound. “You hunger, little one. Let me take care of you. Let me give you what you desire.”

I don’t know what he means, but it sounds right.

He watches me with those mirrorlike eyes until I finally nod.

“I need your verbal agreement,” he insists. He lowers himself until his face is close enough to mine that I can feel his heated breath. His tongue flicks across my lower lip, branding me with his power.

He certainly feels real, for a figment.

I don’t know what kind of magic has made my dreams so vivid, but I’m going to take full advantage of it.

Because this might be the only pleasure I’ll ever find in my life. I highly doubt a successful union with Earl Rinhold will result in any sort of empowering desire. He seems like the type of male to take what he wants without caring for anyone else’s needs.

“I want you to take care of me,” I tell the beast.

My words seem to greatly please him, because his lips stretch into a wide, wicked grin.

It’s a terrifying sight full of teeth and danger, and I’m probably insane for reaching out to touch his face.

He lets me explore his surprisingly soft skin. It’s cool to the touch, but not unpleasant. I brush my fingers through his hair, finding that incredibly soft as well.

He nuzzles into my touch before he lowers, and his tongue flicks over my chest, making me suck in a breath. He tastes my skin, taking his time rolling his tongue around one nipple, then attends to the next.

“God…” I breathe, only to earn a chuckle from the beast tasting me like a snack.

“Call me Cain,” he says, flicking his mirrorlike gaze up to mine.

Of course my figment would call itself Cain. That’s probably the most insane thing I could possibly imagine.

Sex with the King of the Elite City, a monster who pretends to be a God.

A beast who eats dreams.

Could he be…?

The question flings right out of my head when Figment-Cain dips his tongue into my belly button, lapping up the droplet of blood that had fallen into it.

Then he proceeds to taste me lower.

He’s just above my throbbing core when he glances up once more.

I wonder if he’s going to ask me for permission again, but he already has it.

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