Chapter 277

It was in her eyes, in the soft parting of her lips, in the slight arch of her body beneath him. “What instinct do you have?” Her voice trembled.

“You don’t want to find out,” he warned, lowering his forehead to hers. He pressed her down more firmly, letting her feel his arousal. His control was rapidly fading. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just keep still.”

“No.”

The single word was a lightning strike, freezing him. Daemonikai’s head snapped back, his gaze locking onto hers with incredulity. “What did you just say?”

“No, I won’t submit,” she breathed. “I refuse to submit.”

“What are you doing?” Daemonikai’s muscles tensed, visibly trembling. His beast raged inside him, banging against his chest, trying to force a shift. She must submit! She is our mate!

“Don’t do this, Emeriel,” he warned. “If I take you this way, it will be… animalistic.”

“Do it.” Her defiance burned as brightly as the blush on her cheeks. “Show me you are my Urekai Alpha.”

His body vibrated harder, desire and restraint warring. He could feel his beast rising, digging its claws into him. 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. 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, 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, and plunging into her.

She whined, arching into him and wiggling, 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.

“Yessss,” she moaned. “Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh so big—more!” Gibberish spilled from her lips—moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered beneath him, taking every thrust. The sex was everything he had warned her about and more. It was animalistic and wild.

He had tried—damn it, he had tried—to hold back, to slow down, but his control was gone. She needed to know, to feel it in her bones and soul, that she was his. Made for him and only him. And I will brand that knowledge into her until there is never a doubt left!

She clenched him like a vice, her scream tearing through the night as she came.

Daemonikai cursed, unleashing a torrent of vulgarities he’d never use normally, as his thrusts faltered. Her tightness milked his release, strangling him with sensation; he thought he might lose his damn mind. His hands pinning her wrists tightened as he resumed fucking her.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You!” she cried.

“1. Can’t. Hear. That.” His thrusts were angry punches, nailing her Syren glands mercilessly with every word. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To!?”

“Yours!” she howled in surrender. “I’m yours! I’m yours, oh gods…” Each breath was a hiss, her eyes rolling back.

Her surrender should have been enough, but it wasn’t. Not for him, and certainly not for his raging beast. Out! Out! It slammed against his mind, wanting control, wanting to mount her in its own form.

No. I’m NOT unleashing on her in this state. He gritted his teeth, channeling the wild need into his plunges. He took her harder, forcing himself to focus on her cries and the way her body welcomed him.

Her voice rose in a crescendo of pleasure as she tensed, another peak building fast. When he climaxed, his beast seized the opportunity, and the shift began before he could stop it.

It wasn’t until he felt his hands stretch—now a paw, claws elongating—that he realized what was happening. He fought it, clawing his way back, forcing the beast down before it could fully transform. But he couldn’t fully return to his male form; his beast held the upper hand.

“Fine, we share her. You and I both, half-shift. Deal?”

“Deal,” his beast purred.

His already well-endowed manhood swelled further. But she was a Syren. His Syren. Her body stretched to accommodate him, though the fit remained impossibly tight. They mashed her hypersensitive glands and overstimulated walls with even the slightest of strokes.

His young princess was wailing beneath him, her nails biting into his hand as another release ripped through her. They may be in the deepest part of the woods, but her screams echoed so loudly he was certain they carried far beyond the forest’s edge. And it satisfied his primal side greatly.

Until her walls clamped down on him so tight there was no space left to move. Yet he made shallow thrusts, his growls and grunts mingling with her cries as he sought his own release again. And when Daemonikai’s release came again, it annihilated him.

She wrung every last drop of his semen as he shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as though caught in a seizure. Sparks danced behind his eyelids like fireworks, his vision dimming until it nearly faded to black. When his world finally came back into focus, he let out a slow, ragged breath, shifting back into his full male form. Underneath him, his human treasure lay utterly still, her body spent, her breathing soft. She had lost consciousness.