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Would I remember her? Or would I forget her the moment she left, like I had just moments before?

“Magic…or chemicals in the air,” I choked out. “I need…run, Gigi. Get away from me.” Because my control was slipping by the second, and soon I’d be nothing more than a feral beast.

“It’s okay. You’ll be able to think again after.”

I shook my head, my horns heavy, but I was already forgetting what I was protesting. My head was a jumbled mess. Frustrated at myself for not being stronger and resisting whatever was happening, I bellowed a roar that shook the maze around me, threatening to rumble the stones loose and shake the evergreens of their foliage.

The female stepped back from me at my roar, her hands covering her ears. There was a hint of fear in her scent that hadn’t been there moments before. But the sweetness was there too. Calling me.

Another lungful of tainted air sent my blood boiling in my veins. It was so hot.

“Marcus? Are you alright?”

The female’s brows were furrowed, but it didn’t detract from her perfection. I had to have her. She was mine. All mine.

We were not in a pleasant part of the maze, and even in my haze, I knew I couldn’t, shouldn’t, take her against the hard stones and metal grates. I stepped toward her, and she stepped back.

“Marcus? Are you there?” Uncertainty made her voice shake.

I didn’t understand. I wanted to tell her I was right here, and she belonged under me, but all that came out was animalistic huffing and another loud bellow. I reached for her and she stumbled back, her eyes wide and scenting more of fear.

For a moment, it felt like I was watching the scene from afar like I’d seen it before. No. Not seen. Read.Shehad run too, even though she hadn’t wanted to. They all did.

Then the thought was gone, and all that was left was that all-encompassing need again. I stalked toward the female.Myfemale.

And she ran. But she didn’t get far because I scooped her up into my arms. She squirmed in my hold, rubbing her delectable body all over mine, making it infinitely harder for me to get her to a more pleasant part of the maze before I lost control.

My cock was so hard and engorged it was no longer possible to run. And every movement she made rubbed up against it.

Unable to make it to the fountain with the cherub and the soft moss, I released her on the first patch of grass I found. It was better than stone path and metal grates.

She was still wrapped in useless fabric, the only purpose of which was to keep me from my prize. I grabbed the neckline and tore.

Chapter 25

Griselda

Why the hell wasI running?

This was Marcus. He might not be thinking straight right now, and those bellows were terrifying as fuck, but it was still him. I’d known this would happen. So why was I running?

I slid down his body as he released me, my clothes catching on his massive erection. If I hadn’t seen it before, I’d probably have started running again. I braced for impact, thinking I’d hit thehard stone, but my knees landed on grass instead. He’d brought me to a part of the labyrinth that was greener and more lush. A definite improvement from the dark, dank corridors I’d found him in.

But I didn’t have much time to admire the scenery because Marcus tore into my clothes like wrapping paper, and I was the gift underneath. I searched his face for any evidence that he was still there and forced myself to calm. He was completely naked, and his cock twitched in front of me.

Wanting some semblance of control, I reached for it. It was heavy in my hands, and Marcus groaned, his face turning to the sky.

I could do this. It was just him and me. And once he came, his mind would clear. I had to admit that his being like this, wild, out of control, like he wanted me more than anything else in the world, was a turn-on.

I moved my hands up and down his impressive length, pumping him as he huffed and made feral-sounding noises. A shiny drop of precum beaded at the tip, and I rubbed my thumb over it, smearing it around the flared head.

He let out a snarl, too far gone for words, and dropped to his knees in front of me, yanking his cock out of my hands. His hands were strong and unforgiving when he shoved me down, flipped me over, and arranged me on my hands and knees. He shoved his face into my crotch, huffing like he was tasting me through his nose.

A few firm licks with his large tongue had me bowing my head, knees weak with the rush of pleasure that bulldozed through me. Then he was snarling behind me. His thick head slid against my slick opening, and he growled in frustration. I was shorter, and he had to lift me up with an arm under my belly so that my knees barely grazed the top of the grass as he lined us up.

Then he was driving into me, opening me up. I cried out, clawing my fingers instinctively into the grass to crawl away from the overwhelming sensation, but his grip was like a vise, and I wasn’t going anywhere. He did slow, though, so I had time to get used to him.

“Mine.” It was the first word out of his mouth since that glazed look had settled over his eyes.

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