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LARK

“That was a huge tease for me, li’l bird,” Tormund said huskily.

I moved out of the wet patch to sit next to him, keeping my hand laced through his as if that would help him stave off his rage. He was bare, his cock jutting out from a thatch of red-brown curls. I forced my gaze on his with a swallow, wondering how such a huge member was going to fit in me. But I was sure going to try to take it all after making him wait.

“I’m yours now.”

His pupils held tiny flames behind his spectacles. “Mine. I like the sound of that,” he growled. The monstrous side had a voice deeper than Marius’s, hitting a tone I could feel down to my core.

I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or excited, since it wasn’t anger that had his nails flexing into claws and back. As I scooted up the bed and he pushed me down onto my back, he seemed impossibly large as his body rippled with heat and muscle.

He bore down on me, expression tight with lust, until I squealed in pain. His weight was too much to rest on my wings,and they bent in ways they shouldn’t when he braced his hands on them. The moment I cried out, he recoiled off me as he’d burned me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll get a hold of myself. I’ll control it,” he said hurriedly.

Marius growled. “Don’t bear down on her wings. She’s as delicate as she looks.” He sat at one corner of my bed, a towel over his groin, and watched his brother and me with unease. If anything happened with Tormund’s other form, I didn’t doubt he would try to intervene.

“Come back,” I urged, beckoning to the redcap. Instead of feeling weird about our audience, I felt quite safe. I knew Tormund wouldn’t hurt me. This time, I lifted my wings so he could brace himself by sliding his arms underneath the top pair. He kept his entire weight off me, but that wasn’t what I needed from him.

I cupped his face and leaned up to kiss him. His caramelized mallows and smoke danced on my tongue as ours twined. When his confidence returned, he relaxed his stiff stance and rumbled deep and low. He was purring, actually, keeping his pointy bits at bay, though I could feel him trembling with restraint.

I forced a purr too, thinking he might be self-soothing. It stuttered away into a gasp when he nudged at me and missed, his hard length sliding down and through my sensitive folds instead. His brow crinkled when I sank down and reached, just to growl when my hand wrapped around him and guided him to the right spot.

“Take it slow,” I urged.

He nodded and kissed me gently in promise. He nudged in a couple inches before I felt the pleasurable burn of my pussy stretching around him. My sharp nails dimpled his skin where I clung to his shoulders as he claimed me. It seemed he was going to fit, but in the process, he tested my depths in a way they’dnever been tested before. My earlier dream did not prepare for how overwhelming an alpha’s cock would feel when I was spread to my limits around it.

He purred all the while, working his own kind of magic to help me accept all of him. Once he was sunk in me to the root, his trembling worsened as he took great gulps of air through his mouth and leaked smoke.

I released my hold on his shoulders to smooth my hands down his chest. It didn’t seem to help. His control was at its end, and it seemed we’d only found that edge when he was fully buried in me. “Tormund,” I whispered.

“I have it. Just…give me a second,” he gasped.

“It’s okay. You can let go,” I urged.

His eyelids peeled open, those fiery pupils dancing in disbelief. This was clearly something he needed. The monstrous redcap was as big a part of him as Marius and his feral side.

The only thing we could do now was embrace it, even if the idea of inviting Tormund to start shifting had my heart pattering at double the intensity. Fear and desire mixed well together, and the combination was heady as I made my offer. “What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t even look at your other form?” I reasoned.

His jaw clenched. “I don’t want to hurt the li’l bird,” he gritted.

“You won’t.” I put my full confidence into it.

Something like relief lit his expression before he lowered over me to pepper my face with kisses. After a single, lingering press of his mouth to mine, he transformed. The full-fanged maw of his monstrous form couldn’t kiss, nor could the claws he had folded in his fists underneath my wings. He vented extra heat from his back as his chest glowed molten with fire from the inside.

He lifted his weight off me as his form swelled with exaggerated muscles, and his cock…ooh. I made a strangled scream and bucked as it thickened noticeably and tested the limits of what my pussy could take. I writhed and left scratches down his front, not that my claws could penetrate the hide of a transforming redcap. As the moments passed, he was only inching up in size and heat.

He still hadn’t moved from where he was buried in me, but now his blazing gaze threatened to recede to concern as he tried to read my reaction.

“Please,” I moaned and made a whistling sound of need. I bucked my hips to fuck myself an inch or so on his cock until he got the message.

And as much as I thought I was ready for him, his first real thrust had my eyes rolling back. It was pure bliss to be filled to the brim.

“I’m okay,” I told him. My breath rushed out of me when he took the reassurance and rocked into me again. “Better than okay.”

“Better?” he echoed in a core-shaking rumble. I lifted against him, and he rocked my entire body with the slam of his hips against mine.

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