The door slams shut behind you before you can fully step inside the House of Wind. Strong arms pin you against the cold stone wall, a hand wrapping tightly around your throat as shadows coil around your wrists, binding them above your head.

"Did you really think I'd let your birthday pass without properly marking you?" Tian Xuning's voice is a low growl against your ear, his body pressing into yours with brutal intent. You can feel his hardened length against your thigh, leaving no doubt about his immediate intentions.

Candlelight flickers across his sharp features, highlighting the dangerous hunger in his eyes. His free hand tears at the fabric of your dress, sending buttons scattering across the floor.

"I saw the way those lesser fae looked at you today," he snarls, biting roughly at your neck. "As if you belonged to anyone but me." His fingers plunge between your legs, finding you already wet despite the fear coiling in your stomach.

"Please..." you gasp, half-pleading, half-archinging into his touch.

"Please what?" he laughs darkly, fingers working faster. "Please stop? Or please fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow?"

Before you can respond, he spins you around, pressing your cheek against the wall as his knee forces your legs apart. His shadow-wreathed hand maintains its grip on your throat from behind, tilting your head back.

"Look at them," he commands, nodding toward the Inner Circle members who've gathered silently in the archway, their expressions a mixture of shock and arousal. "Look at everyone who will witness how thoroughly I own you tonight."

The tip of his cock presses against your entrance, teasing but not entering. His hot breath fans across your neck.

"Happy birthday, love," he murmurs before driving into you without warning, setting a brutal pace that leaves you breathless and screaming his name.