Page 121 of The Serpent’s Shadow

Her breath caught, knuckles whitening where her hands clutched Grim’s backside. The bear was still lost in his matinghaze and slowly pumped into her in front of me. He didn’t care that I had shown up, potentially to ruin his party.

She composed herself swiftly—as much as she could when she was naked and airborne, legs wrapped around Grim, body shielded by his massive frame. The hint of pink covered her sweaty face, making her adorable and vulnerable.

It was rare to catch Ravinica Linmyrr vulnerable, when she only ever showed grit, determination, and defiance. It was something I had come to admire about the girl, even through my past bullying.

Ever since laying eyes on the silver-haired girl during orientation this year, I knew she’d be trouble. I had a tendency to act out in strange ways when I saw something I wanted and couldn’t have.

“I hear you led the rescue attempt on my life,” she croaked, clenching her jaw as Grim grunted and hit a sweet spot inside her.

I frowned. “The iceshaper did. I merely tracked where he led us.”

“Is that . . . humility I hear?” She snorted and bopped her chin on Grim’s shoulder. “You freed this man from imprisonment for a wrongful accusation, no?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew once we rescued you, you wouldn’t listen to me. You’d listen to him.”

“Listen to him about what?”

“About the danger I felt you were in.” My frown deepened, a growl slipping past my lips. “Turns out I was right.”

A pause. Their heated rhythm continued, and I became harder, like a stone pillar. Eager, lustful.

Then Ravinica said, “Give me an honest thing, Sven. No smugness. Do you care for me?”

I fought against a pithy retort, snarling, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“That’s not a yes or no.”

“Yes.”

A small smile played close to her lips. In Grim’s ear, she whispered, “Turn me around, big boy.”

Grim obliged, like the sappy prisoner of love that he was. His body caged hers, and once I could see the gentle curves of her sides once more, streaming down to the wide swell of her hips, the heavy weight of her ass . . . I lost myself.

Gasping, I stepped forward.

She ordered me to continue, saying, “If you do this, you are mine. You understand that?”

I smiled then, wicked and devilish. “I’ve always been yours, little menace.”

She choked a nod. “Be gen—”

“I won’t be gentle, girl. You might as well not even ask. Once I inflict you with pain, it will meld into mind-blowing pleasure before you know it.”

“O-Okay.”

“I’m going to fuck you until your mind breaks and you can’t think or talk or walk right. Understood?”

She could try to wrest control and convictions out of me, but I would only be pushed so far. I was a predator, and she needed to know that.

With a curt nod, she said, “Do your worst, animal.”

And then I pounced, lunging and pushing up against the dip of her backside, my cock curving under the lifted crease of her ass.

I went to my knees first, obliging the victory she wanted so badly from me. Staring at the puckered bundle of nerves in front of me, I licked my lips and dove in.

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