CHAPTER 4

VICTORIA

I was still trembling, slick dripping down my thighs, his seed heavy inside me. My legs wouldn’t close, not with how wide he had split me.

He didn’t let me rest. No—Azareth was too hungry.

His horns scraped the low ceiling as he leaned closer, his crimson eyes glowing like embers. The corners of his lips pulled into something cruel, beautiful, terrifying.

“You took me like a bride, little offering,” he said, his voice deep enough to rattle my bones. His massive ...