He must have wrapped me in a fur while I was out cold. Did I fall asleep? God, he made me come so hard that I passed out. I didn’t even know that was a thing.
Then again, nothing has made sense, not since I woke up practically naked in a forest.
I do a quick mental scan of my body. My pussy is throbbing, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s almost pleasant, but the desperate desire to come has abated. Thank fuck. The side of my neck is another story. It aches sharply, and I reach up to finger it.
“No.” The hunter catches my hand, drawing it away. “No,” he says again.
“You bit me!” I remember it all in a flash—the searing hot agony, and how the intensity of it made me come all over his cock, which was still inside me. “You fuckingbitme!”
“Mine.”
“Stop saying that!” I wish I had a mirror so I could see the wound. So I could see myself, as a matter of fact. I bet I look a mess—then again, who wouldn’t after the night I’ve had so far? Not to mention, I’m covered in his cum… and quite a bit of my own. “I’m not yours. I don’t belong to anyone!”As far as you know, a little voice whispers in the back of my mind. After all, I can barely remember anything about my life before waking up in the woods.
Seeing five moons…
A ridiculously tall woman with elf ears…
Being hunted like a damn fox…
Being fucked on the forest floor by a guy I just met a few minutes ago, before he stood up andkilled a group of warriors.Killed them super dead. One guy lost his head.
I could chalk almost everything up to an elaborate Game of Thrones re-enactment, but actual beheading? That’s taking the method acting too far.
I can’t deal with it right now, so I stick the whole fighting part of the night into a file folder in my brain marked:To be dealt with later.
“Please talk to me,” I try again. “What’s your name?”
Turning to look at the hunter, I will him to meet my eyes. To my astonishment, he does. Then he looks away again and gives a noncommittal grunt. Goddamnit.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll give you a name myself,” I warn.
Silence.
“Fine. Have it your own way, Grunty McGreenface.” I don’t know where the hell that nickname came from, but it seems to suit him.
Immediately, he meets my eyes again and narrows his gaze, his brows slamming down and a crease appearing between them.
“Don’t like it? Give me your real name.”
He gives a growl—a real, honest-to-god warning growl—and for the first time in his presence, I feel a genuine flash of fear. Then I check myself.Honestly, Haley, what more can he do to you? If he wanted to kill and eat you, he’d have done that already.
“Mr. Gruntypants,” I continue. “I can come up with loads more.”
“No,” he says, and pushes me back down, rolling me onto my back without preamble, and pressing his lips against mine. The resulting pang in my pussy makes me gasp, but then my tummy gives a giant rumble. It’s so loud, the hunter rears up and looks down at my belly, then back up at me, with an almost comical look on his face.
“I guess I’m hungry,” I say sheepishly. I’m thirsty, too, come to think of it.
“Food,” he says.
“Yes, please.”
He rolls off the furs, and I’m once again astonished at how gracefully he can move, considering his size. Getting something out of a chest I didn’t notice before, he brings it over to me before moving to the brazier and lighting it.
I glance down to see I’m holding a fruit like the one Sian gave me to drink from. Like I watched her do, I punch a hole in the top with my thumb and sip from it gratefully, letting the cool, sweet juice soothe my dry mouth and throat. I suck the thing dry, then wait until Mr. Grunty looks over at me. “More?” I say, holding out the empty husk.
He simply points to the chest and resumes what he was doing.
Pulling the fur he wrapped me in tighter around myself, I get to my feet. My bladder is cramping. I need to pee.
