He was gargoyle. Tonight, his mate would learn exactly what that meant.

Do I seem one who will not defend myself? You are her father, so I will make myself clear. Any who seek her harm I will kill. I will rip into them with claw and teeth and separate skin from bone from heart. An enemy, a friends, from within either of our Clans - it does not matter.

She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.

You may be some fearsome creature, but I'm her daddy. You hurt her, there aren't enough stone walls to keep me away from you and prevent me from mounting your head on a pike. You think you're a mean sonovabitch? Next to a father who's listening to his little girl cry, you're nothing more than pottery.

I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.

He had complete mastery of her, a mastery she welcomed as the tiny tremors low in her belly started, signaling her impending climax.

Above her like this, he was a warrior god, hot and hard, demanding complete submission.

I wish, little human, he rumbled when he finally dragged his mouth away from hers... for you to be my mate. I wish to fuck you until you cannot walk. I want you to use me for your pleasure, and brand me so that anyone looking knows I belong only to you. I wish you to have our children, and I want you to be the warrior you are to defend our lands if necessary.

We get chased by orcs, I’m tripping you and running the other direction.

There are eight known Realms beyond this one. It's mixed what you find on them, but a couple of them, the phrase hell on earth couldn't be more fitting. They're a necromancer's wet dream.