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And I loved her fear, especially the way it rose off her skin. I drank it in. My cock throbbed. My claws twitched. Every instinct I'd been born with screamed the same thing.

Take her. Fuck her. Bite her. Make her scream. Make her bleed. She is ours to do with as we please.

And I wanted to.

God, I wanted to give her pain.

And pleasure.

And everything in between until she couldn't tell one from the other.

I lowered my snout to the curve of her shoulder and breathed her in.

"Beast?" she whispered.

"Yes, little witch." My voice poured into her mind, deeper than she'd ever heard it. Rough. Ancient. "We are all here."

"Holy shit."

I chuckled, and the sound came out as a rumble. I liked when my mate cursed. I liked when she moaned too. She would serve us well.

Then I opened my jaws and let my tongue slide free.

Long.

Hot.

Rough.

I dragged it up her spine, from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, slow enough that she felt every inch of it.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out. “I-I shouldn’t like this, but. . .”

Her back arched.

Her fingers clawed at the stone.

I licked her again. Over her shoulder blade. Along the side of her throat. Down to the swell of her breast, where one of my tails had her nipple wrapped tight.

“OH!” She moaned, shook, and pushed her ass back against me. She was still afraid, but she craved me too.

"I like how you shiver.”

"D-Do you?”

“Yes.”

“And. . .” Her voice cracked. "I only like pleasure."

Howling, I reached down with one clawed hand and gripped her hip. My claws dimpled her skin. A drop of blood bloomed on her brown skin, and I licked it away.

She whimpered. “Fuck.”

My cock rose between us, thick and heavy, the sigils along its dark length blazing gold beneath the water. Bigger than my male form. Bigger than any form she had taken.

Any other woman would've been torn apart.

But she was no other woman.