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"You were never sorry before," I say, my voice steady despite the trembling in my hands. "Why start now?"

Berand's eyes bulge, face purpling as he chokes out another plea. "S-Serena... please... I'll do anything..."

My stomach churns. The pathetic display before me is a far cry from the man who once held such power over me. Now he's nothing but a sniveling coward.

Kael's gaze locks onto mine, his head cocked in silent question. The choice is mine. My heart races, power thrumming through my veins.

I sigh, waving a dismissive hand. "I'm bored of his lies. He'd say anything to save his own skin."

"As you wish." Kael's lips curl into a feral grin.

Before I can blink, his massive hands grip Berand's head. With a sickening crunch and a spray of crimson, Berand's head separates from his body.

I gasp, shocked by the sudden brutality. But Kael isn't finished.

His claws tear into Berand's lifeless form, rending flesh from bone. The wet sounds of tearing meat fill the air, mingling with Kael's animalistic growls.

"Fucking bastard," Kael snarls between strikes. "Dared to touch what's mine."

I watch, transfixed by the display of raw strength and violence. My stomach should churn, but instead, a thrill races down my spine.

"That's for selling her," Kael roars, ripping an arm free. "And that's for striking her." A leg follows.

When it's over, what remains of Berand is little more than a pile of meat and bone. Kael stands over his handiwork, chest heaving, covered in gore.

And I've never been more fucking turned on in my life.

9

KAEL

Chapter 9 - Rodeo

Kael

Standing over the pathetic worm's mutilated body, covered in blood that is still warm, the last thing I expect is for Serena to jump on me, her lips crashing against mine with the wild abandon of a storm. Yet, that's exactly what she does, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body pressing against mine with a need that matches my own.

I groan, a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through my chest. My cock, already familiar with her warmth, springs to life, straining against the confines of my stone-like skin. Her soft breasts, now mashed against me, send jolts of electricity through my veins.

"Fuck me," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, darkened with lust and something else—a feral need that mirrors my own. "Did you like what you saw?" I tease, my voice a low rumble.

Her response is a whimper, her fingers digging into my arms. "Fuck me, Kael," she pleads, her words stoking the fire within me. "Right fucking now."

With a growl that echoes through the ruined room, I lift her and slam her down onto the remnants of a table, the wood groaning under our combined weight. My hands, rough yet gentle, tear the dress from her body, the fabric no match for my strength. The sound of ripping material fills the air, mingling with our heavy breaths.

"I'll get you a new one," I promise, my voice a harsh whisper against her ear. I can't help but admire the way her body responds to my touch, her hips arching to meet mine.

She moans, her head thrown back in surrender. "I don't care about the dress," she gasps, her hands tugging at my hips, urging me closer. "I need you inside me."

I oblige, positioning myself at her entrance, my eyes never leaving hers. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, the heat of our bodies, and the raw, unbridled passion that binds us together. With one swift thrust, I bury myself deep within her, claiming her as mine, and mine alone.

Her gasp of pleasure fuels my movements, each stroke driving us both closer to the edge. "Oh, gods."

The world around us blurs into a haze of urgency and desire. My fingers find her bouncing breasts, their softness a stark contrast to the hardness of my stone-like skin. I grip them firmly, my claws gently grazing her sensitive flesh, eliciting a moan that resonates with the primal rhythm of our coupling.

I feel her pulse quicken under my touch, her need escalating with each thrust. My hand instinctively moves to her neck, my fingers wrapping around its slender column. The pressure I exert is just enough to send a thrilling shiver of danger through her, a reminder of my strength and her vulnerability.

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