Page 151 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

The sound of rending flesh and crunching bone echoed As Boris screamed in agony, his limbs torn from his body.

Gasps of horror filled the air, faces contorted in terror.

Yet, the beast was not done. The slavemaster’s legs were next; a wet, meaty sound followed as they were torn from the torso.

The beast swiftly severed Boris's head from his shoulders, raised it high into the air, and let out a victorious roar, before tossing it aside. It landed with a sickening thud, rolling to a stop in a growing pool of blood.

The people erupted into screams, running for their lives. Their shouts of terror reverberated through the night as they scattered in all directions. In the aftermath, only the grand lords remained, their faces pale, their eyes reflecting the shock and wariness.

"We must fight the beast now. Let us shift!" Lord Zaiper told the others.

"Not yet," Lord Vladya snapped. "If it has no intention of attacking, and we assume a fighting stance by shifting, we would be provoking it."

"Lord Vladya is correct. What if our actions agitate it further and force it to engage? We would be endangering our people," Lord Ottai added.

"Do you two not hear yourselves? Why would a feral not engage us—oh..." Lord Zaiper's words died in his throat as he saw the beast turn and walk away.

It stalked towards Emeriel and stopped. A hush fell over the assembly of grand lords as they watched the beast touch the boy’s face in a gentle caress. In a move that defied all logic, the feral scooped the boy up, and placed him upon itshulking shoulder, then lumbered away. Back to the towers of Ravenshadow.

Emeriel held her breath, rigid as stone, as the beast entered the forbidden chambers and came to a halt. He lowered her until her feet touched the ground.

After witnessing the way in which he’d killed Master Boris, fear clawed at Emeriel's insides. A relentless, icy dread seeping back into her bones.

Before she could contemplate her chances of escaping through the open doorway, the first wave of heat contraction hit her.

Pain speared through her, dropping her to her knees. A scream, raw and animalistic, ripped from her throat.

The beast’s claws slashed at her clothes, shredding them away. This time, Emeriel helped, quickly pulling away the tattered remains of her clothes until she lay naked and vulnerable on the cold floor.

The door gaped open. Soldiers might charge in, the grand lords might return. Any moment, she might be discovered and her secret exposed.

Yet, Emeriel couldn’t bring herself to care. The dangers distant, muted against the raging storm within her.

Her traitorous body wanted to be mounted. For the first time, she craved it. Not due to the mindless compulsion of her heat but a deep need to feel him inside her. Around her. Everywhere.

For the last time.

To surrender completely. The realization struck with the force of a blow. There was no impulse to fight, no instinct to flee.

Worse, another urge twisted within her. To bare her neck, to offer her blood to the beast.

The intensity of which she wanted to feed him was terrifying. She froze. Where had that urge come from?

Instincts drove Emeriel, she dropped to her knees and presented to the beast. "Take me, please."

A loud snarl echoed behind her, followed by a nudge of his phallus. Emeriel waited, knowing what to expect. This time, she freed her mind and surrendered to the experience.

"It's okay. Do it," she whispered. A gush of wetness drenched her core, spilling out.

The beast entered her.

A sob escaped her lips. She felt a mixture of fullness, discomfort, pleasure, pain, and a sense of rightness all at once. Emeriel took his strokes, her body shaking.

The intensity of her heat gradually calmed to a dull ache. The beast's arms found leverage, one planted on the ground, the other digging into her hips. Its movements were rough and forceful, causing her ponytail to loosen, her luxurious hair cascading down around her.

Deep grunts of pleasure rumbled from the beast's throat. Its phallus pressed against her syren gland. Emeriel cried out as an unexpected orgasm crashed over her. She panted through it as the world spun, her thoughts drifting like leaves in a storm.

Offer your neck. Allow it to drink from you. Do it.

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