Page 167 of The Princess and Her Grand King

Every stroke fed his beast, every cry from her lips fueled the pleasure sizzling through him.

“Yessss,” she moaned in a broken cry. “Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh so big—more!” Gibberish spilled from her lips as her voice shifted with every sound—moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered beneath him, taking every thrust.

The sex was everything he had warned her about and more. It was animalistic and wild.

He had tried—damn it, he had tried—to hold back, to slow down, but his control was completelyburned.

She needed to know, to feel it in her bones and in her soul, that she was his. Made for him and only him.

And I will brand that knowledge into her until there is never a doubt left!

She clenched him like a vice, her scream tearing through the night as she came.

Daemonikai cursed up a storm in a string of vulgarities he would never use on a normal day as his thrusts stuttered.

Her tightness milked his release, strangling him so good, pulling him into a tide of sensation so great he thought he might lose his damn mind.

His hands pinning her wrists tightened as he resumed fucking into her again.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You!” she cried.

“I. Can’t. Hear. That.” His thrusts were angry punches nailing her Syren glands without mercy with every word. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To!?”

"Yours!" she howled in surrender. "I’m yours! I’m yours, oh gods…!" Each breath was a hiss, drawing out the ssss, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her surrender should be enough, but it wasn’t. Not for him, and certainly not for his raging beast.

Out! Out!It slammed against his mind, wanting control, wanting to mount her in its own form.

No. I’m NOT unleashing on her in this state.He gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, channeling the wild need into his plunges. He took her harder, forcing himself to focus on her cries and the way her body welcomed him.

Her voice rose again in a crescendo of pleasure as she tensed under him, another peak building fast.

When he climaxed, his beast seized the opportunity, and the shift began before he could stop it.

It wasn’t until he felt the stretch of his hands—now a paw, claws elongating—that he realized what was happening. He fought it, clawing his way back, forcing the beast down before it could complete the full transformation. But he couldn’t fully return to his male form, his beast already holding the upper hand.

Fine, we share her. You and I both, half-shift. Deal?

Deal,his beast purred with satisfaction.

His already well-endowed manhood swelled further in size. But shewasa Syren. His Syren.

Her body stretched to accommodate him, though the fit remained impossibly tight. Theymashedher hypersensitive glands and overstimulated walls with even the barest of strokes.

His young princess was wailing beneath him, her nails biting into his hand as another release ripped her to pieces.

They may be in the deepest part of the woods, but her screams echoed through the trees so loudly he was certain they carried far beyond the forest’s edge. And it satisfied his primal side greatly.

Until her walls were clamping down on him so tight there was no space left to move. Yet he made shallow thrusts, his growls and grunts mingling with the sound of her cries as he sought his own release again.

And when Daemonikai's release came again, itannihilatedhim.

She wrung every last drop of his semen as he shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as though caught in the throes of a seizure…

Sparks danced behind his eyelids like fireworks, his vision dimming until it nearly faded to black.

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