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Kavy Carter never believed in monsters—until the night one bit her.

One moment, she was walking home alone, thinking about her long shift at the diner. The next, she was on the ground, blood dripping from a bite that shouldn’t be possible. The attacker was too fast, too strong, too inhuman—and then he was gone, leaving her with a wound that burned hotter than fire.

Now, everything is changing.

Her senses are sharper. Her body feels different. And the dreams won’t stop haunting her.

Somewhere in the shadows, Dante Moretti watches, cursing himself for the mistake that could ruin them both.

He never meant to bite her.
He never meant to claim her.

But now, Kavy is bound to him in ways she doesn’t yet understand—and her transformation is only beginning.

She was supposed to be human.
She was never meant to be part of his world.

But the bite sealed her fate.

And now, something far more dangerous than Dante is hunting her.

Kavy doesn’t know what she’s becoming—or why the darkness seems drawn to her. But she won’t go down without a fight. And when the truth comes out, she and Dante will face a choice that could destroy them both.

Because the real danger isn’t the bond between them.
It’s what happens if she fully embraces it.

Sexy Demon is a dark, seductive werewolf romance filled with danger, supernatural mystery, and a bond that cannot be broken.

Sexy Demon

Kavy's breath came in ragged gasps as she leaned against the wall, her body still trembling from the fire burning beneath her skin. She could feel it now—the change. The pull. The terrifying loss of control.

Dante stood a few feet away, watching her with those piercing, unreadable eyes. He had stopped pushing, stopped taunting. And somehow, that was worse.

"Why are you just standing there?" she snapped, her voice raw. "Aren't you going to force me to submit? Isn't that what you do?"

Dante tilted his head slightly. "I don't need to force you, Kavy. You're already mine."

The words sent a shiver down her spine, not because they were untrue, but because deep down, she feared he was right.

"You don't own me," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

Dante stepped closer. Not looming. Not aggressive. Just… present.

"Then walk away," he challenged. "If you can."

Kavy's entire body tensed. She wanted to. Every logical part of her screamed to turn, to run, to fight until she had nothing left.

Because the truth was a bitter, undeniable thing.

She hated him for what he had done to her, for the way he had shattered her world. But she couldn't deny the bond between them, the heat in her blood, the pull that made her feel like she belonged nowhere else but right here.

Dante must have seen it in her eyes because his lips curved slightly, but there was no arrogance in it this time. Just certainty.

Kavy clenched her fists. "That doesn't mean I want it."

She hated that her body was betraying her.

And she hated that, despite everything—

Chapter 32: The Claims