Chapter 569:

No, stay away from this. You are not needed here.

“Maybe Lord Herod would make a better alpha,” Emeriel taunted. “He’s strong enough to hold me down and give me what I—”

The roar that split his throat was animalistic, silencing the woods around them, and everything became a blur.

He was barely aware of flipping her over and tearing her clothes off. Now, she lay flat on her belly, him pressed over her, holding her hands captive above her head, her face pressed against the ground.

He was scarcely conscious of spreading her thighs with his knees, untying his pants in fast, jerky movements, and plunging into her.

She whined, arching into him and wiggling as she tried to adjust to him, but he gave her no chance.

He fucked her hard, unrestrained, pounding her into the ground.

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

a broken cry. “Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh, so

as her voice shifted with every sound—moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered

warned her about and more. It was

back, to slow down, but his control was completely

needed to know, to feel it in her bones and in her soul, that

him

favorite stories are on

her until there is never

a vice, her scream tearing through the night as

up a storm in a string of vulgarities he would

tightness milked his release, strangling him so good, pulling him into a tide of

tightened as he resumed

do you belong to?”

“You!” she cried.

Can’t. Hear. That.” His thrusts were angry punches, nailing her Syren glands without mercy with every word.

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