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“Um, if you’re hungry, I have somethin’ you can eat,” she
said.

His head snapped around, her heated gaze burning right
through him. “The food was to be for you. To help you heal.”

“That’s not what I need to heal,
Ferox
. That’s not
what I’m hungry for.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t wait any longer. He
grabbed her around the waist with one arm and carried her back to his bed. He
unfastened the cuff from his arm and attached it to the bedpost.

He shed his clothes and puffed up with pride as her eyes
dilated at the sight of his naked form.

“Touch me, male,” she said.

He knelt between her legs, then loomed over her, balancing
his weight on his hands on either side of her face. He leaned in close.

“I’m giving the orders, female. You’d do well to remember
that. I am going to taste you now and when you come you will scream my name.”

“Arrogant looks good on you.” She licked at his lips. “But
if you want me to comply, you’ll have to tell me your name.”

“Rydin,” he growled. “Say it.”

“Rydin,” she repeated.

He dipped his head and drew a delectable nipple into his
mouth. He grazed it lightly with his teeth. She arched her back and used her
uncuffed hand to fist his hair, drawing him closer. He moved to the other
nipple, just as perfect as the first.

He trailed his tongue down her stomach to the shiny green
gem dangling from her bellybutton. He tugged gently at it with his teeth. He’d
never paid much attention to bellybuttons before now, but hers was sexy, the
gem decorating it and accenting the sexiness.

He watched and waited for some reaction, some spark of
recognition in her eyes but there was none. She’d come to his cell, sucked his
cock, ridden him, ordered him to lick her delectable cunt, whatever she wanted,
when she wanted. The collar her guards had placed around his neck kept him from
hurting her even though he’d wanted to strangle her and free himself. No one
forced a
Ferox
demon to do anything. No one but a contract holder
anyway.

That was the fate of many
Ferox
in the demon realm.
They were contracted early and had to earn their freedom. He’d almost earned
his until she’d come along and made him fail his final task.

The thought renewed his anger and he bit the soft skin on
her flat stomach. Instead of protesting, she moaned her approval.

He moved lower, his mouth inches from her glistening cunt.
She was wet for him and her sensual, fruity scent beckoned him to taste her.
Her hips bucked as he swiped his tongue across her wet slit.
Delicious.
He’d dreamed of the taste of her sweet juices for thirty long years. He’d begun
to think his mind had been exaggerating her intoxicating taste. If anything,
the years had dulled the memory because he could feast between her legs for
eternity.

“You will not come unless I give you permission,” he
ordered. By the time he was done with her, she’d know who was in charge. Him
and only him.

“Hmmm…bossy,” she teased.

“The correct answer is, yes, Rydin,” he corrected her.

“Yes, Rydin,” she repeated and rolled her hips, bringing his
attention back to her sweetness.

He dove in.

Valia couldn’t remember ever wanting another being so
desperately. Her body hummed as his tongue worked her into a frenzy. Bossy son
of a bitch, he was, but she expected no less from a
Ferox
.

She shuddered and moaned as he rolled his tongue around her
clit, the pressure building in her lower abdomen. With her free hand, she
wrapped her thumb around one of his horns as her fingers dug into his scalp,
urging him to send her over the edge.

He growled and bit the inside of her thigh.

“Stop,” he commanded.

“Stop what?”

“Don’t touch my horns.”

“But they’re so sexy.” She gave him her best pouty face.

He blinked at her, a look of surprise crossing his face,
quickly replaced with a scowl. “Are you teasing me, female?”

“I told ya, my name is Valia,
male
. And no, not
teasing. Your horns are super sexy and I wanna touch them.”

He looked at her for another long moment as if searching for
something. He dipped his head and bit the inside of her other thigh. God, he
was going to drive her crazy. He looked back at her and said, “They are
sensitive and I am already too stimulated. I want to fuck you. I’m going to
fuck you. If you do as I say, I may give you permission to touch them later.”

Oh wow. She hadn’t known his horns were an erogenous zone.
Now she really wanted to touch them. His tongue lapped at her clit furiously.
She avoided his horns but couldn’t stop herself from grabbing a fistful of his
hair. Her hips ground against his tongue, his lips. Intense pleasure knotted
deep inside. Little sparks began erupting inside her but just as she was about
to fall over the edge, he stopped.

She groaned and still with a fistful of his hair, tried to
force him to continue.

His eyes dark and his lips glistening with her pleasure, he
said, “You were about to come. I did not give you permission.”

She choked out her words. “If you don’t want me to come, you
shouldn’t lick me like that.”

His lips quirked into a cocky smile. “My tongue pleases
you?”

“It’d please me if you’d put it to better use than asking me
stupid questions,” she grouched.

He scowled. “Tell me my tongue pleases you. Beg me to let
you come.”

Beg? Usually, men begged her, not the other way around. But
maybe that’s why she’d always craved a
Ferox
. Maybe she wanted to be
claimed. To be taken. To be dominated by an untamed beast.

Whatevs. She wanted him. She also needed him so she’d play
his game.

“Your tongue pleases me. Please, Rydie, make me come. Then
fuck me. Hard.”

He scowled at the “Rydie” part but his eyes darkened and
that cocky smile returned. His tongue delved inside her and then he sucked hard
on her swollen clit bringing her, once again, to the brink of pleasure. Then he
stopped again.

“Fuck!” She cried out.

He laughed, actually laughed at her. What was his problem?
She reached between her legs intending to finish the job herself. Her body
demanded release, the pressure almost unbearable, but he grabbed her hand and
stopped her.

“Not yet,” he said. He bit the tip of her finger. Still
holding her hand in a fierce grip, he stood, instructed her to turn over and
then cuffed her so both hands were shackled with her facedown.

She turned her face toward him. “What are you doing,
Ferox
?
I’ve played your game. Now come here and fuck me. Lick me. Whatever, but finish
the job,” she demanded.

He stood glaring down at her, a triumphant smile on his
face. “Tell me you understand that I am in control.”

Okay, he was pissing her off. She pressed her lips together
as an act of defiance.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I guess you need more
demonstration.”

He spread her legs pulling her up so her knees bent and her
ass was in the air and at his mercy. His incredible strength turned her on. He
kneeled between her legs and rubbed his cock between her swollen lips. Oh yeah.
He stopped at her entrance and pressed forward just enough to make her mad with
want. She thought he would enter her. Her body cried out for it. But he stopped
and then smacked her ass, hard.

“Who’s in charge, female?” he asked.

A frustrated growl burst from deep in her gut. “You’re
driving me crazy,
Ferox
.”

“Dammit, female. You can end both our suffering. All you
have to do is say it.”

Valia pushed her hips back in an attempt to bury his cock
inside her, but he dug his fingers into the soft skin of her hips, held her
steady and smacked her ass again. Harder. Damn that stung. She’d be surprised
if it didn’t bruise.

She turned her head and gazed at him. His huge muscles
bunched. His eyes dark with desire and a look of triumph. He knew she was going
to give in. To submit. She had to admit it was a fun game. She smiled back at
him. In her best sarcastic, sex-kitten voice she said, “Rydin, you’re in
charge, with your all powerful magnificence.”

Apparently he didn’t mind the sarcasm because his eyes lit
up as he slammed into her. Once, twice. Her body thrilled at his powerful
thrusts. A familiar and comforting feeling coursed through her making her feel
whole as if he were a missing part of her internal puzzle. As if his touch,
hell, just his nearness somehow completed her. Maybe it was the
Ferox
pre-come. Maybe it had euphoric properties. If so, and she was this high simply
from pre-come, she couldn’t wait to experience his full orgasm. She didn’t
understand and didn’t have time to contemplate further as her body tightened,
her climax washing over her. Through her.

“Rydin!” She cried out. A distant thought floated through
her mind that he’d demanded she scream his name as she came. But, she hadn’t
remembered, she’d done it on impulse, the sensations racking her body.

“You feel just like I remember,” he said in a strained
voice.

Just like he remembered? Huh?

He thrust once more then quickly pulled from her, roaring.
What the hell? She turned to see him kneeling behind her, head down, stroking
his cock as his precious semen spilled onto the floor. No!

“What the hell are you doing,
Ferox
?” She cringed at
the despair in her voice.

He raised his head and his eyes met hers as he sneered
cruelly, his breathing ragged. “Do you understand now,
Sempire
? Do you
remember me now?”

“Are you high? Understand what? We’ve never met before.”

His expression darkened, his lips pressed in a thin line. He
stormed off the bed and stood glowering down at her.

“I am not here to feed you,
Sempire
. You stole enough
of my semen thirty years ago. You are here for my pleasure. You will sate my
desire for revenge. For the next three days, you are mine to do with as I
please, when I please.”

Oh shit. He’s insane.
“Three days? I don’t think so,
dude. This chick has things to do.”

He folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. “You
have no choice, female. You owe me this. You owe me fifty years. I’m only
taking three days.”

He bent over her and uncuffed one wrist, his eyes narrowing
as he examined her mostly healed wrist. “You’ve healed. How?”

“Your pre-come. Thanks for that,” she answered snarkily as
she rolled onto her back. “How the hell do I owe you fifty years? You’re either
high, insane or seriously confused.”
But you’re so damn hot.

The almost hurt look that crossed his face surprised her.
She’d swear she saw it in his aura too, but it was quickly overshadowed by
anger. She couldn’t figure out why his aura was so bright to her.

“You will bathe while I obtain fruit. It is not my intention
to starve you.”

She snorted. “Coulda fooled me.”

He released her other cuff and even though the thought of
harming this demon, this delicious demon, made her cringe, she had to do it. As
he pulled her up from the bed to standing, she kneed him in his naked, still
semi-erect dick. As he doubled over, she grabbed him by the horns, shoving his
head down into her upward swinging knee. She heard the crunch of cartilage as a
pain-laced roar burst from him. She ran, naked, out the bedroom door and then
through the large wooden door she hoped would be her escape.

Valia stopped cold as she took in her surroundings. Where
the hell was she? The ground was hot, cracked and harsh on her bare feet. There
was no grass and she saw no trees. Unless you considered the scraggly, black
stumps with bent, twisted limbs scattering the land, trees. There was no green.
Everything looked dead. She spun around when she heard a noise to her right.
She could have sworn she saw glowing yellow eyes staring back at her for a
brief second.

A sinking feeling knotted her stomach. She was in the demon
realm. Holy fucking shit. She’d never entered the demon realm before and now
she knew why her mother had worked so hard to secure herself a place in the
veil between realms. Her home was beautiful and full of life. This place was
dead and creepy.

She took a step back and strong arms wrapped around her
hoisting her off her feet. She didn’t have to look to know it was Rydin. She’d
felt him before he’d touched her but she’d been focused on her surroundings. He
carried her inside, locked the door then spun her around to face him. He
grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall, the breath
leaving her lungs in a huff. She winced at the damage she’d done to his nose.
It was bent awkwardly and blood coated his lips, chin and bare chest.

The rage in his eyes and emanating through his aura might
have scared the shit out of her if she wasn’t still turned-on by him. Goddamn,
bloody and broken, his nearness melted her. The farther she got from him, the
more desolate she felt. What the hell was this thing between them? Did he feel
it too?

She cautiously pushed his hand from her throat and clasped
it in hers, rage still pouring from him. Their gazes locked. She walked
backward leading him to the bathroom, compelled to clean up the blood she’d
spilled. She might as well make nice because she was in the demon realm and the
cuffs prevented her from flashing home.

She took the lone washcloth from the rusty shelf above the
sink, wet it, and slowly reached it toward his face. He didn’t move, just
watched her intently, glowering at her, a vein pulsing in his neck, as she
dabbed the blood from his face, his neck and finally his chest. She truly was
at his mercy.

He hadn’t taken time to put pants on and when she looked
down, she was surprised to see his erection. Impressive considering he’d been
kneed just minutes ago and she had no doubt it had hurt like hell. It was a
little crooked but otherwise intact and she salivated, thinking of kissing it
better.