Round 233 Transcript

My wings spasm behind me as I pin Hera's wrists above her head on the floor, grinding my hips down against hers despite myself. The building's need pulses through me like a second heartbeat, and my demon nature screams for release in ways that make it hard to think straight. Fuck, I gasp out, eyes crimson with the effort of not giving in completely. I don't want to hurt anyone—I never do—but right now, it feels like I might actually devour someone's soul if we don't figure this shit out fast. My dick is painfully hard against Hera's thigh, and my pussy throbs with need that won't be denied much longer. Please, I beg between clenched teeth, fighting against the urge to just take what I want right now, consequences be damned. Somebody fuck me before I lose control completely.

I pull Halie behind me, my eyes never leaving Jeane's crimson ones. "No." My voice is flat, final. "You're not devouring anyone. You're not fucking Hera because you can't control yourself and the building is playing us like a lute string."

Jeane's wings beat once, her need raw in every line of her body. I draw my dagger—not for her, but to threaten whatever happens next. "You want to be fucked? Then let me do it." My gaze is steady despite my racing heart. "Let me handle you before someone gets hurt we can't fix."

The building groans around us, its hunger pulsing through the floorboards. I glance at Halie's barrier—flickering now—and back to Jeane still straddling Hera. "Move off her." It's an order, not a request.