Page 32 of Shadow's Claim

"Look at you," he growls, moving closer with that fluid grace no human could achieve. "Your body knows who you belong to."

The possessive declaration sends an unwanted shiver of anticipation down my spine. One of his hands lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his glowing purple eyes.

"Do you understand what happened today?" he asks, his other three hands moving to encircle my waist, my hip, the curve of my breast. "They came to destroy what we've created. To take you back like stolen property."

"I know," I whisper, the truth of Constantin's betrayal still raw.

Without warning, all four of his hands are on me, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to our bed. The sheets feel cool against my heated skin as he looms over me, his massive form blocking out all light except the purple glow of his eyes.

"I protected what's mine," he states, shadows extending from his body to caress my skin, tracing the patterns that mark me as his. "And now I'm going to claim what's mine."

His clothing dissolves into shadows, revealing his alien anatomy in all its intimidating glory. His prehensile cock emerges already extended, moving with that unsettling independence that used to terrify me but now sends liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

"Spread your legs for me," he demands, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

I obey, my body responding to his dominance with embarrassing eagerness. No heat to blame, just my own traitorous desire.

"Look how wet you are already," he says, one hand sliding between my thighs to gather evidence of my arousal. "Your cunt drips for me even as your mind pretends resistance."

The crude language should shock me, but instead it intensifies the heat building inside me. Two of his hands pin my wrists above my head while another spreads my thighs wider, the fourth circling my entrance with teasing deliberation.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demands, his prehensile tongue emerging to trace the shell of my ear. "Tell me who protects what grows inside you."

"You," I admit, the word falling from my lips before I can stop it.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine where our bodies touch. "More specific," he demands, one finger sliding just barely inside me, enough to tease but not satisfy. "Tell me exactly what you need from your alpha."

The term 'alpha' triggers something primal in my omega biology, slick gushing around his probing finger as my back arches involuntarily.

"I need you inside me," I gasp, abandoning pretense. "I need you to fill me with your cock."

A growl of approval rumbles through him, shadows darkening around us both. "Good omega," he praises, the words sending an unexpected thrill through me. "You're learning."

His prehensile tongue extends to its full impossible length, traveling down my body with deliberate slowness. It traces the shadow patterns along my collarbone, circles each nipple until they're painfully hard, then continues its journey downward.

"Your body carries my seed so perfectly," he murmurs, one hand splaying possessively over my abdomen where the shadow patterns are most concentrated. "Taking my offspring, nurturing it, protecting it with your own instincts now."

The praise shouldn't affect me, but something in his tone makes the shadow patterns pulse with pleasure beneath my skin. The hybrid's consciousness stirs, responding to his voice with what feels like recognition.

When his tongue finally reaches between my thighs, the first touch against my clit nearly sends me over the edge immediately. It's nothing like a human tongue—cooler, more flexible, able to wrap around the sensitive bundle of nerves while still flicking against it in rhythmic patterns.

"The resistance would destroy this connection," he growls against my most intimate flesh. "Would kill what grows inside you without concern for your choice."

His words should anger me, but they're only truth. Constantin came not to save me but to "cleanse" me—to eliminate the hybrid without asking what I wanted.

Two of Kael's hands continue pinning my wrists while the others explore my body with possessive intent, claiming every inch as his territory. When his tongue delves inside me, reaching places no human tongue could possibly reach, a cry escapes my lips that's pure surrender.

"That's it," he encourages, his glowing eyes watching my every reaction. "Let me hear how much you need this. Need me."

His tongue withdraws only to be replaced by two fingers that curve inside me with perfect precision, finding that spot that makes my vision blur at the edges. His thumb circles my clit with merciless pressure as his other hand tightens around my throat—not enough to cut off air but a clear reminder of his complete control.

"Please," I beg, no longer caring about pride or resistance. "Please, I need?—"

"What you need," he interrupts, removing his fingers and positioning himself between my spread thighs, "is to be filled with my cock. To be bred so deeply that no one could ever doubt who you belong to."

The head of his prehensile cock presses against my entrance, already slick with evidence of my desperate need. Unlike a human, his cock moves with independent purpose, the tip circling my entrance while the shaft ripples with anticipation.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demands, holding himself just at my threshold.

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