Page 69 of Sold to the Nalgar
Her front canines had lengthened. Just slightly. A whisper of the predator awakening within her.
His.
All his.
She moved against him with wild, feral hunger. Not the desperate, clumsy need of a weakling—but with purpose. Confidence. Like a creature beginning to understand the scope of her own power.
He gripped her hips and thrust into her from beneath, twin cocks sliding deep, wet, hungry for her heat. She gasped—then moaned—and he saw the gleam of teeth when she bit her lip.
His blood roared.
Her inner walls tightened, and he cursed low in his native tongue, the feel of her making everything else in the universe irrelevant.
If there was war beyond these walls, it could wait.
If Vuvak himself walked through the gates, he’dburnbefore Zarokh stopped this.
The human beneath him—no,withhim—was becoming something else. Somethingmore.
And it pleased him beyond measure.
He drove into her harder, deeper, until the sound of their bodies echoed off the stone walls like a war drum. Her cries grew louder, more savage, less human.
He loved it. Every. Fucking. Moment.
She clawed at his back—those nails sharp now—and when he leaned over her, lips brushing her throat, he felt her tense.
And then—gods—shebit him.
Her small mouth clamped down at the place where his shoulder met his neck. Her teeth pierced. Not deep. But enough. Enough to make him hiss in surprise—andpleasure.
Pain sparked.
Then melted into the heat of his climax.
He groaned against her skin, gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, and spent himself inside her, his body shuddering with release.
He should have pulled away. Should have collected himself. But no.
Instead, he kissed her throat—right above her bite—and let his fangs slide in.
She whimpered beneath him, not from fear. Fromwant.
Her blood filled his mouth again. And it was just as sweet.
No—sweeter.
Tinged with arousal, with lust, with violence and hunger and growing strength. The cocktail of her new biology mingling with his.
He drank. Not too much. Just enough to taste that evolution. That becoming.
And then he pulled back, lips red with her essence, gazing down at the flushed, wild-eyed creature that had once been a mere human woman.
Now? She wassomething else.
Something he couldn’t define.
But he knew one thing.
