His roar vibrates through me as he pushes up, his claws circling my throat until I’m hanging in the air from his arm, still thoroughly fastened to his bulging shaft.
“What more do you want from me?” he snarls, saliva dripping from his bared teeth. “I went slow.”
He could rip me apart with a flick of his wrist.
“Not doing this—” I choke, gesturing to my dangling feet as I struggle to breathe. “—would be a great start.”
His engorged member softens enough that I slip off, leaving me to swing solely by my throat in his grasp while his hot cum drips down my thighs.
Peeling his hand open, he lets me fall to the ground unceremoniously.
But then his hulking frame is back over me, pinning me against the earth. “You’remine. Get used to it.”
“What I’mused tois everyone using my body for whatever the hell they want,” I snap back. “You’re no different than the rest of the monsters I escaped from.”
His nostrils flare and great heaves of air rush between us as he glares at me.
I’m long past the stage of giving a shit anymore.
“Go ahead, rip my head off. Because if you don’t, I’m going to make sure I fucking kill you.” My own teeth grit, despite being battered and naked beneath him.
With another raging howl, he spins from me, lashing out at the nearest sapling with his claws, slicing the trunk in two.
It’s only after he paces away that I let out a shaky breath.
The dump of adrenaline leaves me exhausted, slumping me to the soft earth to look up to the blue sky beyond the trees.
My son is alive out there, and I can die knowing he found someone that makes him happy.
I cling to that thought. At the rate this is going, I’m not likely to survive this trip.
This beast is starving me. And every wound he inflicts drains me further.
Unless I eat something substantial soon, I won’t last.
Maybe that’s a better option at this point?
Heavy steps have me tilting my head to the approaching furry mass of the creature.
Does he even have a name?
I don’t care.
If I try to escape, it would only take him moments to track me down.
My only option is to end him. Except with him, there’s at leastsomeability to reason.
The next pack that finds me might not.
I’m so screwed.
“Your body is…addictive.” The low rumble of his voice vibrates through the ground. “I like it better when you come.”
“I know this might be hard to wrap your doggie brain around, but that happens a lot easier when I actually enjoy it.” Rolling my eyes, I close them to the afternoon sun.
The light disappears as he leans over me.
Great. Again?
