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He gives me a shallow bow. All the others stopped being so formal with me ages ago. “As you command.”
His wings spread out behind him. They’re broader than mine, made of leathery skin as opposed to the feathers I have. He flaps them once, sending dust and leaves blowing, and then shoots up into the sky. His form glimmers and twists as he breaks above the treeline, creating a glamour so he looks like he’s nothing more than another piece of the starry sky.
“You two should head back to the palace and prepare the others for her arrival,” I tell the twins. “You’ve had your fun on the hunt. Especially you.” I gesture at Izoran.
His entire body is covered in dried blood, but he’s of course no worse for wear. There are ways to kill demons, but they’re more intricate than stabbing one with a hunting shop knife.
“I’m always ready for more fun.” Iz laughs. “But I’ll wait until you bring her back to be crowned.”
“We’ll gather your other advisors,” Lorcan promises. “They’ll be ready to greet the queen.”
He adjusts his pants, doing them up the rest of the way. Then he waves a hand, and the veil between the two realms shimmers. I do love the Night of Nuvelia’s Reign for how fragile it shows this barrier to be. If you know how, it becomes a simple matter to phase back and forth between realms at will.
The twins each step through, leaving me alone in the clearing as the air resettles like nothing disturbed it in the first place.
Adjusting my hard length in my trousers, I relieve some of the pressure on the bulge. I haven’t been soft since before this game began, and I won’t be again until I’ve had her.
Again and again, under the light of the moon and in the glow of the Underworld’s flames.
I won’t be satisfied until I’ve pumped her full of my cum, claiming her virgin pussy from the inside out.
But first, I have to let Brellan claim her in his own way and send her into the final phase of the night—the time when I hunt her down myself, with everything I am. Then I’ll truly win, and she’ll be mine.
My queen.
My everything.
CHAPTER NINE
NOVA
Ican still taste him as I sprint away; still catch the smell of sex in the air. I want to scrub every memory from my brain with a healthy lather of soap, but more than that I want to hate what happened.
But I don’t.
My body still thrums with the aftershocks of pleasure. How many times did they make me come? Four? And it wasn’t even remotely difficult for them. They played me like an instrument in their hands until stars sparked across my vision and heading down to hell with them didn’t seem so bad.
Itisbad.
The pleasure is a con, a manipulation. No matter how much they claim they’ll be serving me and not the other way around, it won’t work like that for long. Soon I’ll only get two orgasms for every one of theirs instead of four, then it’ll go down to one, and then I’ll be a hole that they use, my pleasure barely an afterthought.
I wantfreedom. I want to live in the human realm and pretend supernaturals don’t exist, like I should.
I’ll find a human partner eventually who won’t play these cruel games. Someone who won’t coerce me into having my mouth stuffed full on a cold Halloween night.
My core tightens and I come to a stumbling halt, chest heaving from the effort of breathing.
I don’t even have a plan. The ecstasy short-circuited my fucking brain. I’ve only got a limited amount of time before the hunt begins again, and I’m running frantically through the woods without a goal in sight.
“Think,” I whisper. “What area of town am I close to?”
I’d careened out of downtown into the woods, and I don’t know how far I got before being caught. I need to find the city again to get my bearings—just something small. A house, a road. Lights, even.
I peer up at the sky, past the canopy of pine branches, and beg for it to give me something to go on. My ears perk at the soft filtering of music through the woods. Probably some drunk people keeping the Halloween party going now that the pubs are all closed for the night.
Walking toward them, I stay quiet. I don’t know what kind of people they are or what they’re doing, but I’ve been disarmed and have no way to defend myself. It’s better to stay in the shadows and see if where they are tells me anything.
The bushes rustle with my movements, betraying my attempt at stealth, but even as I get within hearing distance of the group I’m not noticed. They’re too busy listening to music and sitting on logs placed around a fire pit.
