Thorne groaned, his hand fisted in her hair, his lips crushing against hers.

It wasn't gentle.

It wasn't careful.

It was hungry, starving. Like years of restraint, of longing, of wanting had snapped inside him. Like the gods themselves had demanded a sacrifice and he was more than ready to offer her everything.

Adina moaned into his mouth, clinging to him, pulling him closer, closer wasn't close enough. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, yanking it up, desperate to feel skin. His body was hot, searing, and when her hands met bare flesh, she gasped.

But he held her back, pushing her hands off him. Adina blinked, "W-what.." she stammered.

"You want me to touch you, right?" He asked, his voice strained with restraint.

She nodded quickly; he feared her head would fall off.

"Then you'll take whatever it is I give to you. Do you understand me, Adina?" He asked.

She nodded quickly again, anything—everything he wanted to give her, she'll take it.

Thorne bit his lips as he groaned. "You're making this so hard, baby." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Get on the platform, Adina, and kneel."

Adina stiffened; even in her horny-filled brain, she knew this was an altar of the gods. The platform was where they worshipped them. How could she— they…

"T-Thorne-" she stammered.

He cocked an eyebrow, "On with it." He ordered.

Adina hesitated only for a moment before climbing on it. Her heart thundered in her chest, her thighs trembling, not from fear, but from need.

Thorne stood before her, towering, chest heaving, his eyes glowing with that unholy red that meant he was no longer just a king; he was a predator, and she was his prey.

Oh, how fast did things change? She was the one spelled, but he—he was the one acting it.

His shirt was already half-ripped open from her earlier attack. He stalked toward her slowly, like he wanted her to feel every ounce of power rolling off him. And gods she did.

"Good girl," he rasped, his voice rough and low. "On your knees for your king." He brings his hand forward, caressing her face so gently she leaned into his touch.

He slapped her cheek, forcing her to look at him as his thumb slowly trailed her cheek down to her lips. He ran his thumb over her lip, and she stuck her tongue out.

His thumb slipped into her lips, and she sucked it, wanting to feel something. Her eyes were stuck on his, unblinking as she sucked on his thumb.

"You're going to be the fucking death of me," Thorne rasped. "You smell like sin, like temptation, like mine." He says as he leaned into her, lips on hers instantly.

Adina moaned loudly; it was a sound she'd never heard from herself yet couldn't bring herself to care.

Thorne grinned—a dark, devastating thing. "There she is," he growled. "My filthy little mate."

She was panting, trembling on her knees, her eyes glassy and ruined already, and he hadn't even touched her properly.

He yanked his belt open, the sharp sound making her jolt, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. His pants followed, and Adina gasped when his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, already dripping for her. She couldn't even look away. Her mouth parted like she was starving.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

She obeyed without question. And Thorne? Thorne laughed, dark and guttural as he stepped closer, his tip brushing her lips.

"Look at you," he rasped, guiding himself into her mouth with one hand, the other fisting in her hair. "So eager to be used. You want your king to fuck your throat, baby?"

Adina whimpered around him, her tongue swirling, already choking slightly on the thick weight of him. Her eyes teared up, and he loved it. He loved seeing her like this—on her knees, mouth stuffed with his cock. It was a sinful sight. One that was ingrained in his mind forever.

Adina was a sight to see. A fucking goddess, that was what she was. Oh, he had tried. He'd tried so fucking hard just to lose, and for once, he'd never been so happy to have lost.

He pulled out with a wet pop, just long enough for her to suck in a breath—before thrusting back in harder.

"That's it," he groaned, voice ragged. "Take it. Take all of it, baby. You're perfect for me."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gagged softly, but she didn't stop. Didn't pull away. She looked up at him with those glassy, lust-drunk eyes, and he saw it, that fire. It didn't dim, it burned brighter than ever.

She was gone.

And so was he.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled her off with a gasp, her mouth swollen and wet, spit trailing from her lips to his cock. She blinked up at him, dazed and ruined and perfect.

"Lie back," he ordered, his voice nearly feral.

She scrambled to obey, lying across the cold floor, her dark hair around her face, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

Thorne climbed over her, his body caging hers. "Spread your legs."

Adina's legs parted. Her thighs trembled as the cool air brushed her slick folds, and Thorne's eyes blazed at the sight of her.

"You're soaked," he growled. "You'd let anyone touch you like this?"

She shook her head frantically. "No—only you. Just you."

"Damn right. Just me. Only me." He snarled, lowering his mouth to her pussy.

And then he devoured her whole.

His tongue was merciless. He licked and sucked and groaned like he was addicted to her taste. She cried out, arching off the altar, her hands fisting in his hair.

It was maddening.

"Oh gods—Thorne—Thorne—!"

He didn't slow. Didn't give her a break. He latched onto her clit, sucking until she was sobbing and shaking, her body twisting under his grip.

But he pulled back just as she was about to fall apart.

"Uh-uh," he panted. "Not yet. You don't come till I say. You'll only come on my cock. Is that clear?"

"Please—" she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks. It hurt so fucking good.

"You'll take whatever I give you, Adina." With a snarl, he slid two fingers inside her. She gasped, her head falling back against the altar, legs spreading wider.

"So wet," he muttered, pumping slowly, curling his fingers just to hear the way she choked on a moan. "So fucking tight—gods, you were made for me."

Adina sobbed, her legs trembling with each breath. She was stars at this point. It was so good. So good. She wanted more, needed more.

"Thorne," she gasped. "I can't wait. Please—please, I need you inside—"

He slid up her body, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head.

"Stay still. Take it like a good girl."

He lined himself up, eyes locked on hers as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.

They both gasped.

She was so tight, so warm, so wet, and he was big, thick, splitting her open inch by inch.

"Fuuuck," Thorne growled, jaw clenched tight. "You were made for me."

Adina cried out under him, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He sank in all the way, groaning as he bottomed out.

He gave her no time to adjust, pulling out halfway and slamming back in, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping, her cries, and his growls echoed through the trees.

"Mine," he snarled. "Say it."

"I'm yours!" she cried, digging her nails into his back. "I'm yours, Thorne, only yours!"

He snapped.

He began to move, hard, fast, punishing. The altar shook beneath them as he fucked her like a man possessed. His hands held her down, his mouth was everywhere, biting, sucking, leaving bruises on her throat, her collarbone, her breasts.

"You're mine," he grunted with every thrust. "You belong to me. No one else gets to make you feel this good. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this, open, begging, dripping for me."

Adina was crying out, completely undone. She couldn't speak. Couldn't think.

And when he reached down and rubbed her clit, hard and fast, she screamed.

Her orgasm ripped through her. Her legs shook heavily, and Thorne kept fucking her through it.

He wasn't done.

Not even close.

"You'll take it," he growled, thrusting harder. "Take everything I give you."

Adina shook her head, "I—can't—"

"Yes. You can." He gritted out, hands cupping her breasts, his finger twirling her hard nipples.

Adina's body jolted, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Alpha." She moaned out.

His hips stuttered for a second, the name calling at his wolf. "Fuck." He snarled, and then he was spilling into her, calling her name like a curse, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her to the brim.

His mouth latched onto her neck, right over the mate mark he'd given her before—and bit down again. Like he was marking her for the second time.

Adina screamed, pain and pleasure mixing as one, and then… she went unconscious.