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you, little Banshee? Fuck me first. Then kill me.”

Chapter Six
    Soren stood motionless as his tiny mate silently, blatantly stared at his aroused nakedness. Denial furrowed her delicate brow and doubt telegraphed through her crossed arms and the anxious chewing at her cheek.
    But her nipples were hard. He could see them pressing against her robes. Her spine kept arching when she pressed her thighs together in answer to the renewed surges of her arousal that provoked him almost beyond his control.
    Soren was many things, but he was first and foremost a predator, and all his instincts were held in a leashed poise, waiting for the exact moment in which to capture his prey.
    She was his mate. The answer to every Berserker’s most fervent desire, and though she would not accept him as her man, as her own beast, she might accept his body for the night.
    He was the Laird of Shadows. The night belonged to him, and every dark, shameful, deviant fantasy she’d ever harbored, he would fulfill.
    And perhaps a few of his own before he left this world behind.
    He only needed her consent.
    “All right,” Kamdyn nodded, her eyes filled with an emerald storm.
    “Say it,” he commanded through a mouth drawn so tight it’d gone numb.
    “Soren? I—I—” His name trembled from her and need ripped through him with all the strength of a thousand sharp dirks, slashing his control to shreds.
    “ Say it ,” he growled through his teeth.
    Her lashes feathered over her cheeks as her delicate throat worked over a difficult swallow. Her color heightened until her peach-tinged skin turned a bright pink.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered.
    Her heated womanly aroma intensified along with the scent of her fear as he lunged for her. In a flash of feminine panic, she turned away as though to flee.
    But there was no escaping him now.
    Seizing her around the middle with one arm, he all but yanked her off her feet and pulled her against him. The curve of her sweet, round ass thrust against the insistent hardness of his cock, her soft thighs pillowing his hard ones.
    With his other hand he cupped her jaw, and turned her face toward her right shoulder. “Kiss me, little Banshee,” he ordered.
    Dropping his head, Soren tried his best not to devour her mouth this time, but to indulge in it. She was the first and last woman he’d ever kiss, and he found the act to be surprisingly sweet. He wanted to fuse their mouths together. To share her breath and give her life.
    His life.
    And he would, ere this night was over.
    The first time his berserker had kissed her, she’d been pliant and submissive in his arms. This time, her hand snaked behind him to plunge into the hair at the nape of his neck and draw him deeper into her mouth. Her tongue met his with equal vigor and even launched a shy exploration of its own.
    He swallowed her soft moan as her silk-covered bottom arched against his hips. He felt the unspoken invitation in the marrow of his bones.
    A growl tore up his throat and vibrated in the kiss between them.
    He didn’t break contact with her mouth as he walked forward, each step pumping his painfully hard cock against the cleft of her ass. The silky material of her thin Fae garment chafed his engorged flesh.
    When they reached the table, he ripped his lips from hers and bent to clear it with a strong sweep of his arm.
    What was left of his dinner and goblet hit the earth with a muffled whump and the candle’s flame doused before it reached the ground. Soren could re-light it with his fledgling Berserker magic if he wanted to, but he didn’t need the light to see her by, and in his lustful frenzy, he didn’t spare the consideration.
    It was time to claim what belonged to him. This would be the first time of many this night. It would be primal and brutal and savage. He would brand her on the inside and out with his fingers, his cock, and his teeth.
    He would leave marks. Reminders of his possession that would hopefully outlive him. Any men she’d