Page 62 of An Inheritance of Monsters

“They are stories… rumors, conjecture, and outright lies.” Voraal vanished behind one column, and reappeared across the temple a moment later, his eyes fixed on me with predatory focus.

I let my gaze run over him hungrily, taking in his towering body and heavy cock.

The understanding warped everything I knew of this place. The stories were wrong.

And I would eventually discoverhowwrong… but only after I had claimed my own monsters, like every other Void-marked woman on Duskwood.

I took a step further into the temple, my gaze tracking him as he vanished. “We could have our own story.”

A breath across the nape of my neck warned me of where he was. I shivered as he bent over me, his shadow eating mine.

“Despite what I am?”

He held up a clawed hand, the shadows playing between his fingers. Darkness slipped across my eyes, completely blinding me, and I felt large, warm hands on my shoulders.

“Despite what I could do to you?”

Closing my eyes and letting the dark consume me, I leaned back against him. “Because of what you are. Because of what you could do to me. And I trust you wholeheartedly.”

I let my hands roam upwards, feeling the hard muscles of his forearms. I didn’t try to pull his hands from my eyes, but arched against him.

His form was solid. I felt what I wanted pushing against my ass, hot and throbbing.

“You have two mates,” he whispered in my ear. “With each step you take, you bind yourself to the Void still more.”

“I know,” I breathed, my breath hitching as his hands slid over my face, stroking my cheekbones and chin, and moved lower. “I’m not afraid of you, Voraal. I’m not afraid of the Void.”

His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them. They felt so heavy in his grip, my nipples hardening under the graze of his thumbs.

“Show me the things you would do to me.” My nails dug into his arms, making him squeeze harder. “Show me how you’d make me beg.”

Voraal let out a hissing breath, his horn-crowned head bowing to my shoulder. His hips moved against me lightly, when all I wanted was more.

“I will make you beg, beautiful girl.” His voice was rough with lust as those claws scraped over my nipples. “And if it cannot be undone, so be it. You are mine.”

Chapter18

Juno

“Iam yours.”

I breathed the words, twisting my hips against him, shuddering as his lips found the tender spot between my neck and shoulder.

His fangs grazed my skin, just threatening to break the surface. The hands around my breasts tightened, kneading roughly.

A low growl escaped him, and he swiftly dragged one hand downwards. The sound of fabric ripping reached my ears.

He released my breasts to slide the remains of my shirt over my shoulders, tossing it aside, and I felt the monster begin to kneel.

He groaned as his mouth moved over my shoulders, his tongue running down my spine as he went to his knees. My flesh tingled everywhere he touched, liquid heat building in my core as he paused with the warm wetness of his mouth at the base of my spine.

Claws delicately pressed into the dimples on my lower back, tracing downwards as he hooked them into my leggings.

He slid them down my legs, kissing his way the backs of my thighs, his mouth pressing harder, fangs scraping.

I stepped out of the leggings obediently once they were puddled around my ankles, standing in front of him completely exposed, his hands running over me and tongue tasting my skin.

His hands left my ankles, running back up my thighs, and he pressed another kiss to the small of my back, a tiny tingle of pain shooting through my nerves as a fang broke skin.

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