She was alive.
I’d found her just in time.
Last night, I didn’t want her to see me like this—fully shifted and half out of my mind with lust. Now, with the blood of monsters soaking my skin, the fog of the Pine Barrens filling my lungs and my possessiveness rushing through my bloodstream like poison, I didn’t give a fuck.
All that mattered was her.
Tasting her.
Feeling her.
Owningher.
If I weren’t drunk with devilish lust, I’d keep her quiet. Find a place to hide her until dawn and then get the hell out of these woods before the full moon. But all rational reasoning had gone out the window when I saw that piece of shit put his hands on her.
Anger had possessed me, setting my internal demon free.
I’d tried to sate this part of me with revenge. But spilling the blood of the flock members that had tracked us down had done fuck all to suppress my devilish urges. It had only made them worse.
I didn’t give a fuck about laying low now. I wanted the entire woods to know she was mine. And if anything had the balls to try and take Lore from me, I’d do to them what I’d done to the trash devil that tried to rape her.
The thought of the bloodshed had me unwinding my tongue from her throat. Then I picked her up and tossed her over a gravestone, her ass sticking out and her belly flat against the marble.
The sweet scent of her arousal flooded the air as she peered over her shoulder, glorious hellfire sparking behind her eyes.
She wanted this as bad as I did.
My hand curved over her ass and squeezed, blood going straight to my dick at the way she quivered against me.
My free hand dropped to the fly of my jeans, pulling out my engorged member. She craned her neck, straining to see the devil cock I was about to fuck her with. She licked her plush lips, and gave a wriggle of her hips.
Oh. If only she knew what I was about to do to her, maybe she wouldn’t be so eager.
Because I had every intention of making her scream in front of the horrors that watched us from the dark.
I almost wanted them to be tempted out of the shadows. By her scent. By her bare, beautiful flesh. Then I’d kill them, just like I had with the others. Lore needed to know I was more than a killer.
I was her protector.
But none of the monsters dared step into the graveyard, not with the devil at her back, looming over her like a dark angel.
Lore bucked her hips against me, pretending to try and get away. Really, she was just ready for me to fill her.
I laughed, making her skin prickle with bumps. “You’re so adorable. So impatient to be fucked by a monster.”
Cupping my hand, I reached around and held it in front of her. “Now spit.”
Confusion furrowed her brows. “What?”
“Did I stutter?” I snapped. “Fuckingspit.”
Another flush of heat worked through her, and her scent made me salivate. My little lamb loved being ordered around. Hocking up as much saliva as she could, she spit into my waiting palm. I inspected it, rolling my eyes at the pathetic little pool before fisting my cock with a wetsmack, working the liquid over my shaft.
Her lips parted on a quiet gasp as she watched my tongue slither from my lips. Tendrils of saliva dribbled over her back to slick between her ass cheeks.
Good.Nowshe was ready.
I pushed my cock between her ass cheeks and guided the tip to the puckered ring of flesh, feeling her body stiffening beneath me. A smirk touched my lips. She was starting to get the picture.
