He knew what he was doing.
He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
With a roar burning in my throat, I charged the door and smashed through it, sending splinters flying like shrapnel. I would not fail her. I didn’t give a shit if she had one mate or a million. I didn’t care if the entire pantheon of gods came down and claimed her as theirs. She was mine to protect.
Stalking the empty foyer to the vacant TV room, I seethed with each step I took without her in my arms.
Then I heard it. A breathless cry. Her cry.
My instincts surged, leaving no thought in my head except one.Find Aniyah. Save Aniyah.
I tore around the corner, ready to kill. Ready to rip the demon limb from limb. And then I saw her.
Naked from the waist up, Aniyah rode Rasmus’ face like she was born to break men. Her body glistened with sweat, flushed and glowing, hips moving in that slow, deliberate rhythm that told me she was close,so fucking close. Her head tipped back, a soft cry curling from her lips like music I wasn’t meant to hear. Her spine arched, delicate and strong, her breasts heaving with each breath, her fingers tugging at her nipple as her mouth fell open in a moan that hit me like a goddamn prayer.
His fingers carved into her ass, lifting up the small skirt, drowning in her like I had dreamed of.
The fury that had been tearing through me only seconds ago dissolved into ash, swept away by the storm of her. I forgot Rasmus. Forgot the door. Forgot who I was or what I was doing. All I could see—all I could feel—washer. The way her hair stuck to her neck, the little shiver that ran through her thighs, the way she said his name like it tasted good on her tongue.
Then she moaned, "Fuck. Ras. I’m coming. Drink it down… like you promised… my good little stalker."
That was when I noticed the wall behind her.
A mural of obsession. Hundreds of photos, each one a stolen moment of her life frozen in time. Candid. Intimate. Worshipful.Every angle, every emotion, every breath of her pinned up like she was a goddamn shrine built for his pleasure. Off to the side, a vase of roses, the same kind her stalker once sent. The same ones that had driven a wedge between us.
My fury surged again, building in my chest like magma. Before I could even act, Rasmus moaned, a guttural, primal sound that reverberated off the walls like a shockwave. The air rippled, and a blast of magic burst out from him, slamming into me.
I staggered, heat rushing through my limbs like a fever. Aniyah’s moans echoed behind it, beautiful, electric, andmine. I couldn’t think of anything beyond the need building inside of me faster than possible. A need too great. Too consuming.
I didn’t just want to fuck, Ihadto.
My hand dropped to my pants, and the moment I touched myself, I realized I was already painfully hard. One brush andfuck.I came. Just like that. My jaw dropped, hips twitching as I drenched the inside of my pants. What the fuck was happening to me?
Another wave of power hit, and I nearly collapsed. My brain emptied, instincts screaming for release, for contact, for her. I whipped around to the sound of her cry.
Aniyah.
On the floor next to a panting Rasmus, her fingers buried between her thighs, she desperately worked herself. Her face was twisted in that beautifully unsatisfied agony.
My woman.
Her scent—sweet, hot, soaked with arousal—hit me with the force of a truck. My vision blurred. My body moved on its own.
In two steps, I had her off the ground and slammed against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me like a vise, locking us together. No words. No permission. Just raw, undeniable need.
I unzipped, thrusting into her hard and deep, and her head flew back, eyes wet and glittering. “Fuck. Yes. More… need… more.”
Snarling in her face, I twisted her hair in my fist, yanking her head to the side and biting her neck as I drove into her again and again.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Her cries cut off every time I bottomed out, her body choking on my cock, squeezing me like she didn’t want to let go. She was so tight, so wet, sucking me in like her cunt had a mind of its own.
“Oh, god…” she whimpered, nails raking down my back and arms.
