He needs you, Ludayn had said.

“Azur,” I called out from above, looking down at my husband, determination coursing through me.

His head snapped up to me, a loud growl echoing all the way up to me. A predator. And he’d just sighted his prey.

“I’m here.”

Chapter 32

Gemma

I had no warning.

He launched himself up quicker than I could blink, hurtling through the core of the keep to reach the upper floor. To reach me.

Azur swept me clean off my feet, dragging me against his blood-soaked chest until it seeped, hot and thick, into my dress. His strength wrapped around me, his arms like a vice.

“Azur,” I breathed, eyes wide. Clearly, I wasn’t squeamish about blood, but I was worried about the depth of the wound. “You need to see a healer!”

His voice was unrecognizable as he grunted, “I just need you, kyrana.”

My blood.

Would it heal a wound like this?

I breathed out a shuddering breath as Azur tore through the keep with me in his arms, heading toward the northeast wing. Toward our private rooms.

But instead of my own, he shouldered into his, slamming the door behind us so hard that I thought it would splinter in the frame.

I barely had time to register my surroundings. Barely had time to register the grand sweep of the darkened room, similar but larger than my own, but I did smell him. Everywhere. That clean, woodsy musk that made me sigh in contentment. It threaded down my throat and made need rise.

I gasped when he tore my dress clean off, his large, warm, calloused palms shredding it like he’d done with his vest. He was still wearing his gauntlets, but the blades were retracted. The blades that had decapitated a dragon mere moments before.

Azur pushed me down to the floor of his sitting room. I was naked, trembling, gasping. Watching him as he loomed in the darkened room, those eyes burning like twin fires, as he ripped his pants off his body, the clasps flying off, scattering across the floor.

I’d wondered when this would happen. Had dreamed of it, truthfully, those early, aching hours of morning when I’d wake, slick and needy between my thighs.

Magnificent, I thought, a gasp escaping my throat as I lay on my back on the rug near the unlit hearth. My hair was wild, my chest heaving, my nipples pebbled tight.

My husband was magnificent.

Fearsome. Terrible. Beautiful.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Every shadowed divot of his body, every bulging muscle, carefully sculpted like he’d been created by the expert hand of an artist. His gray skin was smooth, though I spied silver scars scraping his flesh. The black blood that streamed from his chest gleamed, another scar he would bear. The breadth of his shoulders were awe inspiring. His sharp fangs, prodding his lower lip, made my core clench tight.

And his cock…

A small sound escaped my throat. A cross between a whimper and a gasp.

His cock was heavily veined with a strong upward curve. The head was glimmering with pre-come, rivulets of seed, silver in color, running down the length of him and dripping to the floor. I watched the length of him bob against his abdomen when I bit my lip, thinking that he wouldn’t fit, just as I had when I’d first seen his cock in his office, when he’d stroked himself to orgasm between my thighs

The bulging, rounded swelling at the base of his thickened shaft was throbbing.

His knot.

Oh gods.

“No control right now, wife,” he rasped, his voice coming out in rough pants, making goose bumps spread over my arms. “I won’t be gentle.”

A warning.

No… Permission? I realized.

My eyes trailed slowly from his cock to his eyes.

Was I afraid?

Yes.

But I also felt a responsive pull within my own body. Tugging and tight. I wasn’t afraid of the pain. I was afraid that I might like it.

“You won’t hurt me,” I told him, my voice even and calm. My superpower—and I’d never needed it more. His nostrils flared wide as I parted my thighs and tilted my neck back, baring my throat. “Come. Let me ease you, Azur.”

“Raazos,” he cursed. He ran a heavy palm down his face, shaking his head like he was fighting for control, even as those eyes were greedy over my bared flesh. “Like a dream.”

My heart skipped.

Had he dreamt of this too?

Of me?

He growled.

That was my only warning as he dropped down on top of me. My mind barely registered the heavy press of his thick body, hardly registered the heat of his blood spilling between us before I felt a sharp pinch at my neck. Familiar heat flooded me.

I moaned, arching up into him.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Azur!”

He was drinking deep. Long, heady draws from my neck that made the room spin beneath my closed eyelids. My hands grasped his shoulders, holding him to me as if afraid he’d pull away too soon.

His hips began to rock, sounds of roughened need vibrating across my skin where he was feeding. His cock prodded at my entrance, shockingly hot, and I gasped when he nudged into me. Growling, he thrusted almost mindlessly, as if he was giving into primal instincts.

There I was, pinned to the floor by my fully turned Kylorr husband. He was feeding on my blood, his long, sharp fangs lodged into my neck and his thick cock shoving into me.

And I loved it.

I couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop me from trying to tilt my hips, my own body squirming on instinct beneath him.

My toes curled on a particular deep draw, my eyelids fluttering shut when I felt a familiar heat in my pussy, building and building.

His cock thrust into me, quickly and powerful and entirely unexpected.

“Oh gods,” I keened, my fingernails curling hard into his shoulders until I wondered if I would make him bleed even more.

I barely had time to draw in a breath before I was climaxing around him.

The pain registered. The tight burn of him. The way he stretched me so completely, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before, not that I’d had much experience when it came to sex.

There was a part of me in utter shock that I could take him. That he could fit inside me with that massive, massive cock.

The pain mingled with the intense pleasure from his feeding, and I screamed—a vocal reaction that surprised me just as I wondered if it surprised Azur—as the orgasm raked through me, scorching a relentless path through my body.

Azur growled and groaned and huffed into my neck. He retracted his fangs. His arms came down on either side of my head, and he loomed above me, those ember eyes burning into me. With his rise, my hands fell from his shoulders, my back arched off the floor, my nipples slipping in the blood coating his chest. I needed something to hang on to, so I latched on to his thick wrists next to me, just as he began to fuck.

Because that was the only word I could think of that suited what he was doing to me.

Azur was fucking me.

Hard and long and deep, his thrust were endless. Every single one made the curved length of him drag against a spot inside me that made me see stars. Blinding little stars that made my sensitive clit quiver and made my cunt tighten even more around him.

“I knew you’d take me well, wife,” came that dark voice above me. It wasn’t quite Azur’s voice. It was more guttural. Darker. Rougher. It made me squeeze his wrists just as I heard a scraping sound ring in my ears. When I looked to the side, I saw that his claws had gouged straight through the rug, had imbedded into the stone floor underneath it. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, kyrana. Wet and hot and tight for me. Perfect.”