Given to the Black King (Given to the Monsters #1)

He broke stone holding the monster back. I’m about to set it loose. The Black King does not court. He conquers.

The moment I cross into his kingdom, his claws tear through stone. His fangs ache for my throat.

His ancient blood has chosen me as the only female he will ever mate—and every monstrous instinct inside him demands that he take me, mark me, and keep me forever.

He tries to resist. I make him stop trying.

I want the beast beneath the crown. I want his enormous hands pinning me down, his growl against my skin, and his inhuman body stretching me around everything a human man could never give me.

Most of all, I want to run. Through his fortress. Into the dark. With the most feared monster in the north hunting my scent and losing what remains of his control.

Because when the Black King catches his mate, he does not let her go.

He bites. He binds. He claims.

And I am beginning to think I was always meant to be his.

Tropes: feral monster hero ? primal pursuit ? horns, claws and fangs ? venom bond ? possessive claiming ? forced proximity ? explicit size difference ? touch her and die