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At least he made it quick,I think to myself gratefully when the woman’s choking scream stops after a minute.

“Neveah.” I open my eyes again when Luocre says my name. He is covered in blood, but I have never seen anyone more handsome than at this moment.

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LUOCRE

Ishould be exhausted.

I should be tired and weary and feeling the pain that should be radiating through my body from the hits I took. My magic is drained, and my body needs rest.

But I don’t feel any of these things.

Instead, as my eyes rake over the room and find only one soul alive other than myself, I feel relieved.

“Neveah,” I breathe, rushing toward her. Looking at her beautiful body bound by someone who is not me stirs something crazy in me. I’ve slaughtered them all for daring to touch her, and now I feel the need to mark my claim. To prove she is mine.

But first I have to know she’s okay.

“Luocre,” she whimpers out as I release her from her restraints, her arms immediately sliding around my neck. She buries her face against my skin, and I’m shocked she doesn’t mind the blood spattered there.

Why is it making my cock stir?

“I was so worried.” Her words are muffled, but I don’t pull her away. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tighter against me.

I run my hands across her head, both trying to soothe her and check for any injuries. I’m surprised she’s conscious, having expected her to be beaten. But I can’t lose myself in her if I’m still consumed with worry.

“Why?” I ask her, my hands continuing down her back. There are minuscule cuts, but she doesn’t shy away from my hands.

Neveah pulls back to look me in the eye. “Why?” Her brows pinch together. “I thought they were going to kill you.”

I’ve made it past her ass and down her thighs. There’s no blood, no gashes, and, satisfied, I chuckle. “No one can kill me,” I tell her, my tone growing dark.

Lust flashes in her eyes, and my cock is hard now, pressing against my pants and begging to be set free.

“I was still scared.” She’s breathless. My little liar is already getting worked up, and I almost want to point out to her that she’s staring at me like she wants to devour me when I’m covered in the blood of my enemies.

Fuck, I want to bury myself in her.

“You don’t have to be.” My answering growl is almost threatening. “You only need to be scaredofme, not for me.”

Her lips quirk up to the side. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Heat burns low in my stomach. “No?” Her chest is heaving with the single word, my voice so low and rough it scraped my throat coming up. “You’re not afraid of the man that just tracked you across the city? You’re not afraid of the same man you watched slaughter all these men around you?” Neveah’s eyes dart down to my lips, her gaze turning hazy, and I swear these threats are only turning her on more.

I spin her around, slamming her back into the closest wall and making sure she has a good view behind me. “You aren’t afraid,” I snarl. “Of someone so remorseless, so monstrous, that they like the feeling of their victims' blood on their skin?”

Neveah sucks in a deep breath, her pupils blown wide, and I thrust my hips into her. “No,” she gasps as I grind my erection against her. “I’m not afraid.”

“Why the fuck not?” I growl, bring my mouth to her neck as her head tips back. A soft moan flutters past her lips as I continue to rut into her.

“Because I fucking love it,” she moans. “I love that you own who you are, that you aren’t afraid to let it out.” She picks up her to look at me. “And I fucking love that you’d do this all for me.”

“Yeah?” I growl. “You love that you make me this crazy?” I slam my hips into her now, trying to gain as much friction as I can, and Neveah is nodding frantically, her hands digging into my shoulders as she clings to me.

“You see what you fucking do to me?” I smear a hand through the blood on my face and grip her neck, watching the red marr her skin. It looks so fucking good. “You made me fucking kill all of them. And you push me so far out of my godsdamn mind that I want to fuck you over their corpses so no one will ever forget who you belong to.”

Neveah grits her teeth, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Then fucking do it.”