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I can’t fight the next orgasm ripping through me, and with his filthy talk tipping me over the edge, I don’t bother trying.

“You come so beautifully for me. I need to see it again.”

My body’s limp from the orgasm. My every muscle trembles and shakes. “I can’t.” It might kill me.

“You can.” He extends his fangs and slides them against my thigh, glancing up at me through lowered lashes as though daring me to protest.

I don’t.

Iwon’t.

The sting of pain chases pleasure, and the thrum of venom has me threading my fingers in his hair and pulling him back for another kiss, another bite, anything he’ll give me. But not in this form. What he can only give in his demon form. “Change.”

“You like the glamour.”

“I like the realyoubetter.” My voice comes out breathy, and I can barely push the words past the pulse of venom ripping away inhibition, leaving only euphoria and a deep ache low inmy belly. I tug him up to my level, yanking on his clothes as if I could force him to his feet when he could overpower me in an instant. He plays along, the curl of his lips and crinkle around his eyes telling me he adores my power moves. “I need you inside me.”

The amusement vanishes from his expression, replaced by a hunger that matches my own. His human glamour slides away, and my prince stands in front of me, wings stretching and scarlet gaze burning through me, and holy shit, his two cocks so red they’re almost purple. One atop the other, and both hard.

My mouth waters, ready to taste. I lean forward, but Theo stops me, a claw hooking in my shirt and tearing through fabric like it’s flimsy tissue paper. I get impossibly wetter between my thighs. I move to clench them, to give myself the friction I need there, but he steps between my knees, forcing them to stay spread. His wings push my legs farther apart, his chest bumps against my breasts, and he tangles his claws in my hair, tipping my head back until I’m staring up at him.

“Tell me I can have you in every way.” His dark command excites me as much as his touch.

Anticipation zips alongside apprehension, a thrill that sends the prior venom high spinning into the stratosphere. “You already have me.” The truth settles the shivers of fear into nothing more than fierce, impatient desire. “You just need to take.”

“My brave mate, I’ll fill you, fuck you, and make you come so many times there won’t be any question of who you belong to. We’re barely getting started on an eternity together. Now, be a good vicious love and come again like I told you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Theo

Val wantsme. Not the crown prince, not the human glamour, not the power we could gain from a mating. Just me. The realization sends a high shooting through me, more intoxicating than any venom I can imagine.

I hit her with another dose to watch her pupils dilate and her lush lips part on a moan. With her taste on my tongue and her scream from her last orgasm still ringing in my ears, I need her to be consumed with pleasure. Because she’s driving me insane and costing me every ounce of the control I’ve fought to master for years.

Lifting her from the counter where I devoured her favorite dessert smeared all over my new favorite treat, I teleport us to the bed, ripping away the rest of her clothes until she’s left wearing nothing but the lab coat. From beneath it, her pale breasts peek in stolen glimpses, her rosy nipples hard and ready for me to tease. Gods, she’s gorgeous.

I should draw this out, make her writhe against the sheets, stretch out my taunting until she’s begging for me. Except we’vebeen dancing around this desire since we met. We might not have agreed on anything else, but the sexual chemistry sparking between us has always been there.

Taking a shaky breath, she says, “Promises, promises, big talker. How about you use your mouth less and those more?” She tips her head toward my cocks, licking her lips in a move that must be guaranteed to send my fantasies straight to imagining her mouth wrapped around one.

“Provoking me won’t work. I’ll fuck you how I want, when I want, and you’ll let me, won’t you?”

She nods, a jerky movement so unlike her graceful norm.

“Such a good mate.” Climbing onto the bed, I cover her with my body, cocky and arrogant with my actions while I’m fighting to maintain restraint. What if I hurt her? What if I lose control of my magic?

I won’t.

Ican’t.

Fuck, who knew finding a mate would make me insane?

Her body’s a winding map of voluptuous curves and long angles. I’ve gotten her sticky, and now I want to lick every inch. I dip my head to do exactly that, tracing a path around her nipples, along the slope of her breast, and farther down to her navel, a part of my human glamour that seems so useless, yet it’s lovely on her.

She giggles. “Are you trying to tickle me into another orgasm?”

“I’m exploring. Your body is so different from mine, so tempting.”

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