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And each image, no matter how small or badly smeared, is spattered in love. Like blood from a corpse after a swift beheading. It stains the pages. It’s inescapable.

I arrive at the final image and stare. I stare and stare and stare at it, then I spin, whirling away from Kiandah and her brother. I slam my fists down on the window ledge, the image trapped between shaking fists. I hold onto it, like a lifeline, and don’t move. I don’t dare. I need my concentration now more than ever, because the feeling is setting over me with the same urgency it did at the ports.

“Is he losing his mind?” Cyprus asks. “Ishe angry? Maybe, we should just go.” He grabs her arm. I don’t see it, I canfeelit, like I can feel the pressure of her hand on the pages as she drew this image of what was to come.Her body presented before a beast — not my beast, to be sure, because she had not seen him before and could not envision him properly… But that doesn’t matter. She thought it was him.It rips through me, the pressure, and when it takes my hands, I know that I’ve already lost.

Over my shoulder I shout, “Cyprus, get out of here immediately. Run!”

Cyprus’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t quip. Instead he takes a step and gestures towards his sister. “Kiandah, come on!”

“Don’t…” I roar as pain fires through my bones. Fighting this…fighting this is not done. I tried once before, and was only able to use the blood leaking from Kiandah’s injured body to stop myself from falling further, the need she had for me to save her. Now, here in our chambers, the palest light filtering in through the windows…the circumstances are perfect. Nothing will stop me. Especially not Cyprus. “You touch her and I will kill you. I won’t want to, but I won’t have a choice. You need to be gone, Cyprus. Gone in the next ten seconds. Leave. Kiandah…”

I turn to see that she’s moved to stand in the middle of all my stupid fucking furniture with pupils that are fully fucking blown. Her lips are parted. She’s looking at me like she’s only half conscious. Like the other half of her is unconscious and already sinking into the place where I’m about to be. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh gods. Help me.

“Kiandah, do not run. Whatever happens, do not run.” I swivel my neck, fighting back the surges of transformation as they come on. “Make it easier…present for him…for me…whatever he wants…I don’t want to hurt you, Kiandah… Don’t let me hurt you…”

“You won’t, Yaron. You’ve seen already what I want and that I’m not afraid of you. In any form…”

I roar and surge away from the window just as the door to my chambers slams shut, locking Cyprus and the world out and Kiandah and me in. I turn and the world appears so much smaller beneath me. A hazy warmth prickles my skin and I know that whatever happens next, I will only be partially present for it. I give in…

I fall fully into rut.

And I am stunned when I gaze upon Kiandah, standing there patiently waiting… because I register her eyes and I realize, her heat is upon her.

And all I can think is…

Thank. Fuck.

33 | Kiandah

Shadow Keep

The beast approaches me as my lust turns into something untamed and wholly primal.I remember the feeling before, from the cabin. I’d been hurting then, so scared, so embarrassed. I don’t feel any of those things now.

I feel powerful and I feel restless.

The beast is massive, towering over me by the length of two Alpha bodies. Its lips are curled away from its massive fangs that gleam silver. It comes towards me, its pants torn over its legs and its erection pushing free of the silver and black fur that surrounds it. Semen leaks from its tip.

He swipes the furniture out of his way like they’re the discarded toys of children, but I don’t back away. My pulse is pounding. I surge forward to meet him. I grab his massive, wet snout in both of my hands and I use all of my might — and some of my gifts — to force his snout down to my feet.

“Heel,” I command. The words are rippling, like the air. I feel everything vibrating.

The beast snaps and snarls, but I force it down, force him to obey my commands until he eventually settles on a whimper. I hold him there a few more moments and then slowly back away.

“You will wait until I give the command, beast,” I hiss as I feel my concentration start to slip.

My legs are wobbling. I don’t have much time. I quickly turn, when I’m sure the beast is settled, and survey my surroundings. Yaron has cleared out all of the furniture. It sits upturned against the walls.

Perfect.

I cross the room and grab the blankets from the bed in shaking arms. I throw them on the floor on top of pillows. I take my time arranging them — as much of it as I can spare — while sweat beads on my hairline and glistens across my scalp. Yaron whimpers behind me and I turn to see the beast standing so still, its claws extended into the carpets below, shredding them. He’s so big he nearly blocks out all of the light from the windows. Almost, but not quite. Because scattered between his massive feet are errant rays of sunlight.

I step back into the center of my makeshift nest and cast my hand towards the fireplace. Fire erupts within it. I bring my hands to the front of my dress and undo the ties, then let it pool to the ground at my feet. I turn around, lower onto my knees and then stretch, like a lazy cat, out before the Berserker who loves me.

“Wait,” I whimper when I hear claws scrape. My core is contracting, the sensation painful. “Not yet. One more moment.” My chest heaves as I reach around my body, my cheek and chest pressed to the ground as I use my hands to spread my pussy lips from behind. A gush of slick releases.

“Now come, Yaron. Come fuck me.”

The beast roars and rushes to cover my body, trapping me against the ground between two walls of fur. His cock spears me and it’s huge — bigger than Yaron’s, and feels different, too, slicker somehow, softer, more ribbed and fucking incredible. It pounds in and out of me, fur meeting the back of my thighs in a way that I should find disturbing, but don’t. He’s seen my darkest fantasies now, and responded to them in kind, rather than ridicule them. And for that, we are both rewarded.

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