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"Let. Me. In!” The words spilled from him in rage, his movements erratic, his thrustsvicious.

"I can't...!" Her screams pierced the night, high-pitched and agonizing. “Please, I can’t!"

"You can, you do not want to." He snarled angrily.

"No, no, please, I really can't!" She sobbed, tears spilling, head shaking from side to side, "I really can't, please. Have mercy, it hurts a lot."

Of course, she couldn't. Aekeira was not in full heat. She was no syren. She was nothis.

So, what in the world was happening to him? Why wouldn't his body, his almost feral mind, take that freaking hint and stop?

Summoning all his willpower, Vladya managed to slow down his thrusts. His beast roared within him, fighting him to keep going and give them what they needed.

What in the name of all that is holy was going on?

Vladya stopped completely. Disregarding the headache that split his skull and the tumultuous anguish washing over him, he withdrew from her warm, tight heat.

Her legs came together and she curled into herself protectively, crying and shaking like a leaf.

Seeing her in such a state…got to him.

Perhaps, because, this time, Vladya had not set out to make it hurt, all his actions had been purely instinctual. He had no idea why his heart was squeezing the life out of him.

“I am sorry,” he blurted out. But seeing how distraught the girl was, he doubted she had heard him.

He rose, willing his erection to go down. Then, completely ignored it as he put on his garments, and silently walked away. Arousal still pulsated through him like a relentless drumbeat, his throbbing cock hard like granite, begging for release. But Vladya was done for the night.

This time, he was not driven by a thirst for her blood, but a profound yearning to fill her womb with his seed until her belly swelled up.

Either the feral madness was taking hold more rapidly than I had thought, or the human princess was truly some kind of witch.

What just happened? Aekeira wondered, her body and soul wracked with pain. Everywherehurts. She had come dangerously close to passing out.

Her chamber door opened once again, and her heart impulsively reached out in desperation, wishing for Lord Vladya's return.

"Keira?" A familiar voice reached her ears.

A breath of relief left her. "Em?" she croaked.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you." Emeriel climbed into bed beside her and hugged her tightly. "He won't hurt you anymore. I saw him leave."

Her younger sister murmured soothingly, gently patting her hair. Emeriel's body trembled, and Aekeira could hear the strainin her voice. "It's okay, I've got you. I'm sorry I can't protect you from this. I wish I could."

How could Aekeira express to her sister that, despite the pain he had caused, she secretly longed for Lord Vladya to return?

How could she explain that, even in the midst of her hurt, she still yearned to feel his touch, to have him inside her again?

Something was seriously wrong with her.

Aekeira buried her face in Emeriel's throat and let her tears flow freely.

Chapter forty-six

EVENING DESIRES

The day bled into dusk, casting long shadows that stretched from the looming towers of Ravenshadow fortress like grasping fingers. Amie walked with Emeriel along one of the many winding paths leading away from the sprawling fortress.

"Where did you say we were headed again?" Emeriel asked. Dust rose from the path with each step, swirling around their ankles like a smoky haze.

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