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– Nyxara

The balcony doors hadn’t even stopped swinging when the first howl hit.

I felt it in my bones, in my cunt, in the base of my tail.

Seven thousand wolves singing at once—like the mountain itself had learned how to scream in devotion.

Azrael’s fingers were still buried knuckle-deep inside me, frozen mid-thrust, gold eyes wide and furious.

He’d been two heartbeats from knotting me against the war-room window when the sound wave crashed through the fortress.

Now his claws pricked my hips hard enough to draw thin lines of blood.

“He actually did it,” he snarled, voice shredded with disbelief and raw, black jealousy.

“He knotted her in front of the entire dominion.”

I laughed—low, filthy, delighted—and coiled my tail tight around his wrist so he couldn’t pull those fingers free.

“Of course he did, darling,” I purred, rolling my hips until his knuckles kissed the mouth of my womb.

“The devil just found his god.”

Azrael’s answering growl vibrated straight through my spine.

He hated losing control.

He hated even more that he couldn’t tear his eyes off the holo-feed still burning across the glass: Vuk’s massive frame silhouetted in moonlight, the tiny white-haired girl impaled and shaking on his knot, both of them glowing like a fallen star swallowed by hellfire.

I licked a slow stripe up his throat, tasting smoke and pure envy.

“Careful, Az,” I whispered against his racing pulse. “Keep glaring like that and I’ll think you’re jealous of a mortal.”

He moved faster than thought.

One second his fingers were inside me;

the next his hand was gone, spinning me, slamming my bare breasts smashing against cold glass as he kicked my thighs wider.

Then he drove into me.

No warning.

No gentleness.

Just one brutal, punishing thrust that buried every thick, ridged inch of his cock to the root.

The window cracked under my palms—spiderwebs of fracture blooming outward from where my claws scraped for purchase.

I screamed, half laughter, half sob, as my cunt stretched around him, burning and perfect.

He didn’t pause.

He pulled back until only the flared head of his cock kissed my entrance, then slammed home again—harder—deeper—until his heavy balls slapped against my clit made obscene, wet sounds echo through the war room.

“Mine,” he snarled against my ear, teeth scraping the shell.

“Say it.”

I bared my fangs in a grin and shoved back, taking him to the hilt, grinding my ass against his hips.

“Make me.”

That earned me a roar.

He fisted my white hair, yanking my head back until my throat was a taut, vulnerable line.

His other hand clamped around my neck, claws pricking just enough to threaten.

Then he fucked me like the world was ending.

Every thrust brutal.

Every drag of his ridged shaft lighting up every nerve inside me.

His knot began to swell on the outstroke, catching at my rim, stretching me wider, forcing me to take more—more—until I was sobbing his name into the cracked glass, drool smearing the pane.

He didn’t stop.

He hammered into me, pace savage, relentless, hips snapping with demonic strength.

Each time his knot popped past my entrance I felt myself split open and remade, the burn so exquisite I saw stars.

My tail lashed wildly, coiling around his thigh, urging him deeper.

“Greedy little succubus,” he growled, voice wrecked.

“You want this knot? You want me to breed this cunt while the whole pack howls for someone else?”

“Yes—fuck—yes—”

He gave it to me.

One final, punishing thrust and his knot locked.

The stretch was blinding.

I came with a silent scream, walls spasming around the impossible girth, milking him as he started to spill.

Hot.

Endless.

Jet after jet of demonic seed flooding me so deep I felt it in my womb.

He kept coming, hips jerking in tiny, helpless thrusts, grinding that knot against my g-spot until I came again—harder—shaking so violently the glass rattled in its frame.

We stayed locked like that, trembling, panting, his teeth scraping my shoulder where a claiming bite would go if I were anyone else.

His cum was already leaking around his knot, sliding in thick rivulets down my thighs, mixing with my own slick until the scent of us was obscene.

Only then did the knock come.

Three measured taps.

Only one male in this fortress knocks like the doors already belong to him.

Azrael’s growl vibrated through my spine and straight into my over-sensitized cunt.

I just smiled—slow, sharp, and clenched around his knot until he cursed like a prayer.

“Easy, love,” I purred, sliding off him with deliberate, cruel grace.

His cock slipped free with a wet, filthy sound, his spend gushing out of me in a hot rush, painting my thighs, dripping onto the marble in thick white ropes.

I didn’t bother wiping it away.

I was still naked except for the ruined scrap of white silk clinging to one breast and the skirt that barely covered my ass.

Perfect.

Azrael reached for me, eyes molten.

I danced out of his grasp, tail flicking teasingly across his still-hard, slick-shining cock.

“Let me go see what the devil wants,” I said, voice syrupy sin.

I pressed a soft, filthy kiss to his mouth—tasting myself, tasting him—and walked out, barefoot, dripping, thoroughly claimed and utterly unrepentant.

The corridor was colder.

Two guards snapped to attention.

One of them—young, stupid, brave—let out a low whistle I hadn’t asked for.

I stopped.

Turned my head.

My eyes flared violet, pupils narrowing to slits.

“Fuck off, loser,” I said, sweet as poison.

He dropped to his knees so fast his helmet rang against the stone.

I kept walking, hips rolling, tail swaying like a metronome of ruin.

The doors to Vuk’s private chamber opened before I touched them.

He was waiting.

Shirtless, leathers unlaced, the fresh bite on his shoulder glowing gold against bronze skin.

Behind him, on the obsidian bed, his little moon slept curled in black furs—white-gold hair spilling everywhere, lips swollen, thighs still trembling in her dreams.

The scent of sex and mate-bond hung so thick in the air I could have gotten drunk on it.

Vuk’s gaze dragged over me, slow, deliberate, lingering on the slick shining between my legs.

I let him look.

Then I liked the way his nostrils flared.

“My Lord,” I said, voice velvet and venom.

“I know you met with Cassian’s emissary three nights ago,” he said, low and flat. “Every word. Now.”

I stepped closer, close enough that my tail brushed his boot.

“Careful, Alpha Devil,” I murmured. “I’m a succubus. I don’t kneel. I don’t pledge. I don’t belong to anyone.”

I tilted my head, let my gaze drop to the sleeping girl, then back up to him.

“But I will say this for free…”

I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his ear.

“Congratulations on finding your god, Vuk Lasković.”

I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

“She’s going to burn the world down wearing your mark. And I, for one, can’t wait to watch.”

“That isn’t the answer to my question, seductress.”

I let my tongue trace my lower lip, slow.

“Well, I chose not to answer… my Lord.”

A faint, broken whimper floated across the room.

Both of us turned at the same time.

Maureen was sitting up in the middle of the massive bed, black furs clutched to her chest like armor made of fear. White-gold hair tumbled everywhere, silver eyes huge and glassy, skin so pale it looked translucent in the hellfire light. The bite on her shoulder still glowed, fresh and possessive, a brand that shimmered every time her pulse fluttered.

She stared at me like I was the first demon she’d ever seen in the flesh.

And I suppose I was.

Her terror hit my tongue like champagne: pure, bright, intoxicating.

I felt my tail flick once, hungry.

Vuk moved before I could blink: one step toward the bed, shoulders rolling like a wolf ready to tear apart anything that looked at his mate wrong.

I lifted both hands, palms open, smile softening into something almost gentle.

“Well, well,” I murmured, voice velvet and smoke. “Didn’t mean to wake the beauty in distress.”

Maureen’s knuckles went white around the fur. Her gaze darted from my horns to my tail to the slick still shining on my thighs, then snapped to Vuk, pleading.

Vuk’s growl was low thunder.

“Nyxara.”

I ignored him.

I took one slow step closer to the bed, letting my tail curl lazily behind me like a cat deciding whether to pounce.

“Hello, little moon,” I said, soft enough that only she and Vuk could hear. “I’m Nyx. I don’t bite unless invited.”

A lie, but a pretty one.

Her lips parted on a shaky breath. No sound came out.

I let my gaze drag over her slowly: the bruises shaped like Vuk’s fingers on her throat, the faint glow of the crescent scar at the base of her spine, the way her thighs pressed together under the fur like she was still feeling him inside her.

Delicious.

I turned back to Vuk, smile sharpening again.

“Cassian’s emissary offered me a fortune to find a way to cage her again,” I said, conversational. “I took the money. Haven’t decided what to do with it yet.”

Vuk’s eyes flared molten.

I lifted one shoulder, unconcerned. “Relax, Alpha. I’ve decided I like her exactly where she is: terrified, glowing, and wearing your mark like a crown.”

I flicked my tail once, amused. “Consider the contract cancelled. I’ll send Cassian the bill for wasting my time.”

Then I looked at Maureen again, let my voice drop to something almost tender.

“Sleep, Pearl. No one in this fortress will touch you tonight.”

I paused, smile curving wicked.

“Except him. And he’s allowed.”

Maureen’s cheeks went scarlet.

I gave Vuk a tiny, mocking curtsy, turned on my heel, and walked out—hips swaying, tail flicking a lazy goodbye.