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I’m soft for her, quivering for her touch. But this isn’t what I need right now. “Let me fuck you first.” I push her back against the sheets where she chuckles breathlessly.

Her pretty eyes blink, doe-like and innocent, behind her glasses. She reaches for me. “I want to scream for you, baby.”

A wordless groan escapes my lips as I launch forward, slitting her sweatpants with my claws, then throwing them brutally to the side. All that’s left is a thin layer of lace between me and the one thing I need.

Hungry, hungry, hungry—

My lips dip to the fabric and Lacie gasps as my tongue brushes the hot bud between her legs, still not close enough. It’s sweet torment to watch her writhe as my lips tease her, as I gather the lace between my teeth and give it a sharp tug, but not enough to tear.

“Marcella—” she cries, but I’m already there, ripping the thong off and casting it aside, my lips on her even as my stomach gives a warning growl. I shove it away, ignoring the everlasting twist of it inside me.

Lacie mewls, her cunt a sweet sluice. A fist of heat tightens inside of me. “Goddess, Lacie,” I breathe, “are you always this wet for me, sweetheart?”

I run my tongue over the length of her slit, hesitant. Does she want to be fucked by the monster? Or the mask?

“I need you,” she whines, her gasping inflection no mistake. She’s too studied in language for that, too sure.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice roughened. “I don’t want to scare you.”

Her eyes meet mine over the delicious spread of skin between us. “P-please,” she babbles, “I need you. All of you.”

A shuddering growl breaks from my lips, my monstrous tongue slipping inside of her. I gently prick her with my barbs, muscling against a soft mound of flesh. She cries out, the walls of her already trembling and hot, taut almost to breaking. I bring her to the edge, her cries growing insistent, her fingers locking in my hair, pressing my lips to her skin.

Gently, I pull my tongue from her and sit back on my heels. “Shh-shh, lamb. Not too fast. I want to enjoy you.”

She groans and wriggles closer to me, her face prettily flushed. “But—”

I give her a twisting smile. “I … I want to show you something.”

She blinks at me, her face a pretty hash of confusion. “What?”

“I’m not … it’s hard to explain. I’m—I want you to see before you agree. Okay? And if you do, let me take you how I want you?” It’s a question, not a demand. “I—I feel better this way. And this way I know I can fuck you the way you deserve: until you’re breathless and shaking and utterly mine.”

Draugur are shapeshifters, and I’m no exception. There are ways and shapes my body feels better to me—and I want to let her feel what my body can do for her. I want to fuck her in every single way, show her how much I want to hear her scream for me. I want her to die a thousand little deaths under my hands, to hear her breathe my name as her muscles shudder with want.

I can give her more than anyone thinks I am.

“You can take me however you want,” Lacie croons, “as long as you come for me.”

A wicked smile splits my face. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ll get off exactly when and how I want.” My throat closes up as a deep shame works its horrid fingers through me. “But … I—”

I’ve not shown anyone this for a long time. Hundreds of years. It didn’t end well for me then, and no matter how much I trust her …

“Show me what you’re hiding from me, Marcella,” Lacie whispers, her lashes fluttering as she raises her eyes to mine. “Show me what feels good.”

My smile flickers back to my lips. Gathering the energy inside me, pushing away the sickness still coursing through my blood, I shape myself, begin to change. Heat gathers and pulses between my legs, sharp-sweet pain crackling as my skin stretches. I can’t grow a cock for her, not exactly, but there’s nothing quite like some heft between my legs. Lacie watches, wide-eyed, as my body reshapes.

Smooth and slightly curved, it pulses with all the animal need I’m too afraid to voice.

I’m suddenly bashful, my face heating as Lacie’s eyes run the length of me. She edges closer again and I think for a horrible moment she’s going to tell me she’s leaving. But instead, she smiles hungrily.

Her lips wrap around the heavy tip of my faux cock, sucking gently. I tilt my head back, groaning. Her tongue flutters over the stretched skin, teeth gently teasing me into weakness. Fuck, how was I supposed to know she was this good? Gasping, I wrap a hand into her hair as she takes the whole length of me, a soft growl of need escaping my throat.

Humming, Lacie pulls back again, licking her lips as though ravenous. I love that I might have unlocked a secret part of her, made just for me.

She leans in close, lips skimming my ear. “God, that’s perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck me, Marcella. Put me down on this bed and fuck me until I scream.”

I don’t need any other invitation.