“That you need to be fucked, made love to, worshipped. Call it what you want—I am going to have you in every way.”
He takes his cock and slaps it against my entrance, sending a kaleidoscope of stars into my vision before he gathers me in his arms. Our kisses grow frantic, almost animalistic. I need every inch of his skin.
This is a different side to Farron, one I’ve only glimpsed. His movements are sure, positioning me where he wants me, ready to claim what’s his. And I am more than happy to be at his mercy.
“Farron,” I moan.
He pushes me back down to the bed and rubs his palm between my legs. “They haven’t fucked you. How long has your pussy been aching for a cock, Sweetheart?”
I whimper beneath him, writhing in pain with the longing for it, for his cock deep inside me. “I need it.”
He licks his lips, a positively devious smile on his sweet face. “And you’ll have it. I’m going to fuck you and fill you. You’ll be dripping with my cum, and when we go to the Below tonight, Caspian won’t be able to tell where I end and you begin. My scent will consume you, and everyone will know it.”
I squirm beneath the dominance in his gaze. “Take me, Farron.”
“Now,” he growls, voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Mine.”
He positions his cock at my entrance, hands shaking, a feral jerk to his movements. But I’m not scared—I’m desperately craving more of him. My body is so warm, something blooming like a wildfire beside my heart. I want every untamed piece of this. There’s a glint in his eyes, something not entirely human, an expression I’ve seen before.
Wait. His emotions are too strong. The thing between us is too strong.
I realize with sickening fear, it’s not only fear or anger that can change him.
The beast is here.
And I’m naked and bare before him.
Farron stutters, eyes shining with the bright yellow of the monster. His body ripples, and his face contorts in wild panic.
Then in a truly horrific sight, I watch as the thorn collar writhes, then shoots out, spearing into his neck. Two more wrap around his wrists. Farron screams, blood streaking across his skin as he falls to the ground.
I wait a breath, and then slowly creep to the edge of the bed, afraid of what I will see there. Will it be the beast covered in briars or…
My heart weeps. Farron is curled up. The thorns have recoiled, but small cuts line his arms and waist, and blood drips from his neck.
Caspian’s thorns stopped his shift. And they saved my life.
Sunsparklesinthroughthe window, and I clasp my cloak over my new clothes. Farron gazes out, a somber expression clouding his features.
The storm has passed, and it’s time to return to Coppershire. I find myself drawn to the now cold bath and tousled bed, lingering like an unkept promise.
I pad across the room to him. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.”
“Farron…” I reach for his arm, and he dances out of my grasp.
“Rosie, don’t.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Forget it, okay?” He shakes his head, mussed hair falling over his brow. “I thought I could be brave, but I forgot my greatest fear of all is of myself. Take away the fact I must find my mate, thatyoualready have a mate, us being together could kill you.”
I swallow in a dry throat. “You don’t know that—”
“I do. Andhedoes, too.” Farron’s expression darkens, and he pushes past me toward the door. “It’s time to submit and go Below, to show the Prince of Thorns just another way he owns me.”
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