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from her face down to the injury, then back up. His eyes boring into hers, he again grated, "Cotha."
"I-I don't know Demonish." Ah, gods, only a few phrases! What was he telling her?
He threw back his head and bellowed, "Cotha!"
Eyes wide, she dropped the spear and scrambled to her feet. Ducking away, she fled deeper into the forest. She could absolutely believe this male would put her head on a pike.
Within moments, she heard him behind her and tossed a glance over her shoulder, gasping at what she saw. He was changing. Through the swirling dust, she spied his upper fangs shooting longer, narrower.
A vampire's fangs. A vampiric demon. And he appeared to be mindless.
She charged up an incline, winding around the lava-filled boulders, fear making her quick. His strength would be unnatural. He'd break her like a matchstick. Sweating, salt stinging her eyes, she shoved her forearm over her face--
Suddenly, he was on the path ahead of her. With a cry, she whirled and dashed for a side trail. After one turn, she realized the path ended in a narrow ledge that tapered out over a fiery ravine.
Dead end.
When he prowled closer, she backed onto the crumbling ledge, chancing a drop that could kill her. My powers, gods, I need my powers. ...
He crouched low and edged toward her, seeming to be in pain, but not from his spear wound. Though injured, he remained hard.
This wasn't how she'd planned her mission! Not trapped on a finger of rock above a blazing chasm. Not staring into the black eyes of a demonic fiend with razor-sharp fangs. ...
And the unmistakable need to breed with her.
As he loomed closer, threatening pain with every unconscious flex of his corded muscles, she retreated even farther. Rocks plunged below her. Carrow peered down at the smoke churning from the depths. Would she actually jump to escape him?
No one would ever know where she'd met her end.
When he shoved his hand into his pants to adjust himself, the swollen head of his shaft jutted past the waist. Her lips parted in astonishment.
His erection looked to be visibly throbbing, the tip beading. He absently ran his palm over the uncovered crown, then froze. Slowly, he turned his hand over to see his seed glistening there.
When he dragged his gaze from his palm and faced her again, he looked even more determined to reach her, his onyx-colored eyes burning with intent. And in that second, everything became clear to her.
He would be determined. He'd clearly never seen his seed before this night.
Ah, great Hekate, she was his mate.
Though a male demon could experience orgasms, he couldn't produce semen until he'd found his female. He couldn't release it until the first time he claimed her. With this first hint of seed, he would believe she was his demon mate.
As well as his vampire Bride. An unmatched vampire male didn't draw breaths and had no heartbeat or sexual ability until he'd encountered his female and become blooded.
No wonder he'd appeared bewildered by his breaths. He'd pounded his fist over his chest, over his heart.
Because she'd made it beat.
Had the Order known this would happen? That she'd be his Bride and his mate? How could they have? It seemed impossible. So why did she feel double-crossed?
"Alton, ara," he commanded.
Her Demonish was terrible, but she thought he was commanding his female to come--or to heel ?
"Not until you calm yourself!"
"Alton!"
She shook her head, miming that she would jump, hanging a leg over.
With a roar, he lunged to one side to punch a boulder in frustration. It cracked wide like an egg.
His strength. He could break her bones with a touch.
She'd heard tales of vampires pursuing their females. They were unstoppable. And she knew that the demon males of some species could be lashed by a breeding drive so strong it made them crazed. Even if they knew they faced certain death following that drive, they couldn't resist it.
He was definitely in the midst of that haze right now.
Would she jump? Rather
"I-I don't know Demonish." Ah, gods, only a few phrases! What was he telling her?
He threw back his head and bellowed, "Cotha!"
Eyes wide, she dropped the spear and scrambled to her feet. Ducking away, she fled deeper into the forest. She could absolutely believe this male would put her head on a pike.
Within moments, she heard him behind her and tossed a glance over her shoulder, gasping at what she saw. He was changing. Through the swirling dust, she spied his upper fangs shooting longer, narrower.
A vampire's fangs. A vampiric demon. And he appeared to be mindless.
She charged up an incline, winding around the lava-filled boulders, fear making her quick. His strength would be unnatural. He'd break her like a matchstick. Sweating, salt stinging her eyes, she shoved her forearm over her face--
Suddenly, he was on the path ahead of her. With a cry, she whirled and dashed for a side trail. After one turn, she realized the path ended in a narrow ledge that tapered out over a fiery ravine.
Dead end.
When he prowled closer, she backed onto the crumbling ledge, chancing a drop that could kill her. My powers, gods, I need my powers. ...
He crouched low and edged toward her, seeming to be in pain, but not from his spear wound. Though injured, he remained hard.
This wasn't how she'd planned her mission! Not trapped on a finger of rock above a blazing chasm. Not staring into the black eyes of a demonic fiend with razor-sharp fangs. ...
And the unmistakable need to breed with her.
As he loomed closer, threatening pain with every unconscious flex of his corded muscles, she retreated even farther. Rocks plunged below her. Carrow peered down at the smoke churning from the depths. Would she actually jump to escape him?
No one would ever know where she'd met her end.
When he shoved his hand into his pants to adjust himself, the swollen head of his shaft jutted past the waist. Her lips parted in astonishment.
His erection looked to be visibly throbbing, the tip beading. He absently ran his palm over the uncovered crown, then froze. Slowly, he turned his hand over to see his seed glistening there.
When he dragged his gaze from his palm and faced her again, he looked even more determined to reach her, his onyx-colored eyes burning with intent. And in that second, everything became clear to her.
He would be determined. He'd clearly never seen his seed before this night.
Ah, great Hekate, she was his mate.
Though a male demon could experience orgasms, he couldn't produce semen until he'd found his female. He couldn't release it until the first time he claimed her. With this first hint of seed, he would believe she was his demon mate.
As well as his vampire Bride. An unmatched vampire male didn't draw breaths and had no heartbeat or sexual ability until he'd encountered his female and become blooded.
No wonder he'd appeared bewildered by his breaths. He'd pounded his fist over his chest, over his heart.
Because she'd made it beat.
Had the Order known this would happen? That she'd be his Bride and his mate? How could they have? It seemed impossible. So why did she feel double-crossed?
"Alton, ara," he commanded.
Her Demonish was terrible, but she thought he was commanding his female to come--or to heel ?
"Not until you calm yourself!"
"Alton!"
She shook her head, miming that she would jump, hanging a leg over.
With a roar, he lunged to one side to punch a boulder in frustration. It cracked wide like an egg.
His strength. He could break her bones with a touch.
She'd heard tales of vampires pursuing their females. They were unstoppable. And she knew that the demon males of some species could be lashed by a breeding drive so strong it made them crazed. Even if they knew they faced certain death following that drive, they couldn't resist it.
He was definitely in the midst of that haze right now.
Would she jump? Rather
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