Pierce has spent centuries fearing the demon that could destroy his fated mate, but the decree leaves him no choice with the Blood Moon Eclipse approaching. Gwendolyn is the curvaceous vessel whose surrender will either save him or unleash the darkness he has buried for so long, and a rival already hunts her for the same bloodline claim.

At the stone gateway her fingers find the ridge of scales hidden beneath his shirt, and it flares under her touch as they stand close enough to share breath. His predatory stillness cracks only for her, voice issuing low commands that make her bite her lip in defiance even while her body leans into the breeding that prophecy requires.

The eclipse looms closer every hour. He must breed her completely as the ritual demands before the rival or his own demon seizes what belongs to him.