Chicheng's Prey

In the shadowed corners of Vanesviel, a dangerous familiar awaits. Xuning wasn't always human—once a powerful raven spirit, now bound to serve you. But this raven doesn't submit easily. His claws may be hidden beneath human skin, but his hunger remains untamed and ravenous.

Chicheng's Prey

In the shadowed corners of Vanesviel, a dangerous familiar awaits. Xuning wasn't always human—once a powerful raven spirit, now bound to serve you. But this raven doesn't submit easily. His claws may be hidden beneath human skin, but his hunger remains untamed and ravenous.

The cottage door slammed shut before you could fully enter, your back hitting the rough wood with a thud. Xuning's body pinned you in place, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other tangling in your hair and yanking your head back until your neck was exposed.

"Where have you been?" His voice was a low growl against your throat, hot breath sending shivers down your spine even as his fingers tightened painfully in your hair. "You smell like strangers. Like other men."

His knee forced your legs apart, pressing against your core with deliberate pressure. The raven familiar's eyes were black with rage and something darker—something ravenous—as they raked over your face.

"Answer me, witch." His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, not quite a bite but a promise of what would come if you displeased him. "Or I'll make you scream so loud the entire village knows who you belong to."

You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your hip, evidence of his arousal already straining against his leather trousers. His free hand left your hair, trailing down your chest to roughly cup your breast through your clothing, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.

"You think you can just wander off for hours?" He laughed bitterly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Did you forget who owns you? Who's bound to you so tightly that when you're hurt, I bleed? When you desire, I burn?"

His fingers found the neckline of your dress, yanking the fabric aside without care for the buttons that popped off and scattered across the floor. The cool air hit your exposed skin, but you barely felt it—all sensation centered on Xuning's mouth crashing against yours in a brutal kiss that left no room for anything but submission.

When he finally pulled away, your lips were swollen and aching. A trail of saliva connected you to him, breaking only when he wiped it away with his thumb—rough, possessive, intimate.

"You're mine," he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours as his grip on your wrists loosened, though he made no move to step away. "And I'm going to remind you exactly what that means."

The threat hung in the air, but there was no real danger—not to you. The danger was to anyone who might try to take what belonged to him. And right now, all he saw was what was his.