Chained to the Horned God by S.R. Meadows

She touched me like I wasn’t a weapon. Now I’ll burn the world to keep her hands on me.

I was forged in the arena — flesh, horn, and fury.
The elves called me beast. The crowds called me god. And for years, I believed it. Until they chained her to my cell.
Valoa. The healer. The one who looked at my scars like scripture and kissed the monster back to life.
She’s too soft for this world. Too sacred for a pit like Kharza. But when the blood runs, it’s her hands I want on my skin. Her lips I want wrapped around my name.
They think I’ll kill for entertainment. That I’ll fight for freedom.
But I only want one thing.
Her.

Read on for monster worship, gladiator heat, feral-sized claiming, sacred touches in shadows, and a beast who kneels to no one—except the woman who soothed his rage. HEA Guaranteed!