CHAPTER 5

VICTORIA

The tentacles pumped harder, faster, filling me, stretching me. My cries grew ragged, my nails scratching at his chest, clinging to him.

“Azareth—Azareth—I’m—”

“Cum for me, Victoria,” he ordered, his voice a growl of thunder. “Cum on my tentacles. Cum for your god.”

And I did. My body convulsed violently, stars exploding behind my eyes, every muscle clamping tight. My scream echoed off the cavern walls, his name spilling from my lips over and over like prayer.

He caught my face in his massive hand, forcing me to look at him even as I shattered. “There,” he purred. “That’s my bride. Beautiful. Ruined. Mine.”

The tentacles slowed,...