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Mine to fuck.

Mine to claim.

She wasmine.

And it was time I showed her that.

Chapter 11

Perseus

HARPER’S HIPS SHIFTED IN HER sleep as though she were grinding against one of her dream lovers, and the scent of her sweet desire filled the room like a perfume I wanted to bathe in.

Unable to wait any longer, I stood and grabbed the blanket. Since I wasn’t ready for Harper to wake from her sweet dream just yet, I pulled the duvet down carefully. She wasn’t in a white tank and black underwear, but rather, a long-sleeved red flannel and matching pants. I smirked, sensing a pattern with my goddess—she liked a complete pajama set for bed.

Too bad I was about to take it off.

Towering over her bed, I let my power free in the form of thick shadows. The black wisps pulled away from my body and floated across the space to where Harper laid on her side. The tendrils wound around her arms, and with a slow pull, they rolled her onto her back. She let out a small sigh, but otherwise seemed none-the-wiser to what was happening.

Meanwhile,Iwas fucking wound up tight with my need for her.

The shadows on her arms pulled her now-bound wrists up over her head, and they pinned them there, restraining her just like in her dream.

I eagerly got on my knees at the foot of her mattress, and without wasting a second longer, I grabbed her pajama bottoms and panties to pull both off in one tug.

The minute her bare legs were in view, my mouth watered. I ran my clawed fingers up the insides of her legs and parted them, which earned me a shiver from her.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

Her pussy glistened with her desire, and I stared at the stunning sight of her—face flushed with sleep and her erotic dream, hands bound above her head by my shadows, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, red shirt failing to hide her hard nipples, and legs spread wide to showcase just how wet she was for me.

I’d never seen a more beautiful picture.

In fact …

I pulled my phone out of my back-pocket and snapped a photo of her. I wanted to be able to look at my filthy goddess anytime I goddamned pleased.

I put the phone back in my pocket and refocused on the task at hand. Harper’s body twitched as her lips parted on a small moan again, and as much as I wanted to re-enter her mind to see her dream, I wanted to toy withherso much more.

Remembering where she kept her sex toys stashed from the night I’d snooped through her belongings, I reached toward her nightstand. In the bottom drawer, I grabbed the first vibrating dildo I saw. Turning the thing on the lowest setting, I scooted farther into her parted legs so that she couldn’t close them. With the soft hum of the toy in the otherwise silent room, I gripped her inner thigh in my clawed hand and lightly pressed the vibrator near her clit.

Her entire body jolted, and her mouth opened on a gasp. I moved the toy gently around the top of her pussy, making the air even thicker with her want. Her head tossed side-to-side slowly, and her legs opened even wider. I groaned, watching her lose herself to the throes of pleasure. Her arms began to tug slightly on the shadowy bindings above her head, and her dark lashes fluttered open.

I smiled as she slowly gathered her bearings, not that she could see my fanged smile beyond the skull mask.

When her hazy gaze found the black eye sockets of the mask I wore, her own doubled in size, and she opened her mouth—maybe to scream, maybe to say something—but I quickly shot my free hand forward to cover those pretty lips.

“Ah, ah,” I warned, my voice taking on a gravelly tone that slightly morphed my normal one. At the same time, I drug the vibrating toy over her clit, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a long sigh against my palm.

The tension in her body eased the longer I swept the toy through her wet pussy. Her eyes glimmered with both tears and lust as they locked on my face once more. Her arousal spiked, and I growled as the feeling and scent prodded at my Incubus senses. The sound only seemed to make her hungrier, because her nipples hardened, and she bucked her hips against the toy.

Needing my other hand on her sweet tits, I dug my claws into her cheeks just enough to act as a warning. “I’m going to let go of your mouth now. And you’re not going to make a fucking sound, are you?”

Her hard inhale and exhale hit my hand from her nose as she slowly shook her head beneath my palm.

I chuckled, the sound like something straight out of a demonic film, even to my own ears. “Because you like what I’m doing to you, don’t you, slut?”

There was no missing the small moan or the slight shiver in her body as I degraded her. If that wasn’t enough to prove she loved being called filthy names, it was evident when she nodded.

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