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She’s the perfect depiction of an Offering.

One made just for me.

CHAPTER 34

SCARLETT

Fear and excitement shoot through me as Figment-Cain stalks toward me.

Except, he’s not figment.

He’s very, very real.

Just like in my dreams, my gaze drops to the massive cock that went hard the moment he saw me.

My fingers sting from the jagged piece of glass I had used to kill my brother. I was going to use it on Edward next, but I can see that my mates have already finished the job.

Cain stops as his cock brushes my stomach and throbs against me with unrepentant need. “Give me your hand, Scarlett.”

I flash my gaze up to him, mostly because I didn’t expect him to be able to speak. His tongue is thick in his mouth and my body shivers as I recall him using it on me.

Between my legs.

Now, I suspect he intends to do more than taste me. Even if my body doesn’t seem to be compatible with his, I feel an innate trust in this beast that has saved me from ruin.

The glass clatters onto the ground when I unfurl my palm.

Cain has to bend down to reach me, but he lifts my hand with his massive claws, being impressively gentle. His long tongue drags over the wound, making me shiver as he takes my blood into him.

A hum of rightness settles in my chest when he does that.

“Do you want to become my Queen, Scarlett?” he asks.

My eyes widen. “Queen?” I ask. My voice is a soft whisper after having broken through the silencing spell by whatever power I had unleashed, but Cain seems to have no problem hearing me.

He grins, showing off sharp teeth. “Yes. That’s what it means to be my mate.” His gaze drags over my body with appreciation. “And you will need to take as much of me as you can. Will you do that for me?”

I know that he’s seeking my verbal agreement. The Strigoi had been the same away about making sure I approved of any intimacy before they engaged.

“Yes,” I say without hesitation, even if I don’t know how to achieve it.

Cain’s cock is so large, I’m certain there’s no way it’ll fit.

He guides me to the bed now stained with blood. “It’ll require some magic,” he informs me.

I relax as I rest on my back. Cain seems like he wants to drag his tongue over me and taste me all over, but that’s how my dreams have always gone.

This time, it’s real.

I spread my legs for him, sucking in a breath when he drags the head of his massive cock over my pussy. It’s so large, it stimulates every inch of me as he does it again, making my toes flinch and then curl.

I’m not sure what kind of magic I expected, but I watch with a sense of awe as he brings his wrist to his mouth and sinks his massive fangs into it. Blood drips from his arm and he holds it out over me, coating me with it.

My skin tingles everywhere his blood touches. There’s power in his blood, I have no doubt about that. My body drinks it up and immediately I feel a change.

He wastes no time centering his massive cock at my entrance. It certainly doesn’t fit.

But then, he pushes.