Stolen by the Demon

I am the darkness of the mountains, the beast in the legend, the demon Azrak.

For centuries, solitude has been my only companion. Then Elara, a mortal with the heart of a warrior, invades my sacred mountain. I know instantly she is the female who will be my mate. A storm rages, and I steal her into my fortress of shadows.

Her spirit is unyielding, but I will not be denied. I claim her, an instinct as old as the curse I bear. She fights the pull, then sweetly succumbs to it. I pleasure her body as only a demon can.

As the storm clears, Elara's past seeks to reclaim her, but our connection is a force no mortal can disrupt. So I offer her eternity. There’s one catch: no other male can touch her. Only I will plunge into her depths, mark her, and fill her sweet belly.

She will reign at my side, not as a captive, but as the guardian queen of our mountain, her soul mingled with mine for all time.

She is destined to be stolen by the demon.