I laughed at his words. Who wasn’t trying to hurt me? Who was he to judge me for being so used to the pain that I liked it a little?
Didn’t he feel it? That there was nothing to fear.
Once I took enough breaths, he pinned me back under the water, depriving me again. His thrust sped up, like he was losing control of himself.
For all his words, he liked it too. He liked that I could take it. That together we were something beyond physical.
Who was insane now, asshole?
The strongest orgasm I’d ever had washed over me, and he let me come up to breathe and scream through it, as the sound echoed off the trees to play it back again. Every inch of me shook from the force of the pleasure running through me.
I was right. This had to be home.
He snarled as his cum filled me. His claws held my hips too hard, holding me desperately to him, like I might try to escape.
As if we hadn’t already passed the point of no return.
I wasn’t even sure if my legs would work.
We stayed like that until both of our breaths returned to normal. At some point his claws went from restraining to caressing my thighs. A sound of unfiltered satisfaction vibrated in his throat that I wholeheartedly agreed with.
Was there anywhere else for me to ever be?
His hot cum inside me soothed an ache I didn’t understand, but I knew should terrify me.
Sudden realization and hate that wasn’t mine filled my mind, breaking the still calm like it was fragile glass. Shame snuffed my slice of serenity as if it never existed, leaving me sick to my stomach.
I fucked a monster.
That sound of contentment turned into a savage growl that made me flinch into the water.
He removed himself without regard for me, making me wince and bringing attention to the raw pain in between my thighs.
He stood and walked towards the edge where we came up. His lips raised into a sneer of contempt, but I could swear there was yearning in his eyes. “Now, stay out of my way.”
It was a slap to the face. I fought the tears that pricked my eyes, but the fact was it hurt more than I cared to admit.
It hurt more to realize he was the one who gave me a glimpse of what I so desperately craved. And I should’ve never let someone who was more than capable of ripping it away from me have that kind of power.
Before I could think of a response, he dove into the water as if he were running away.
“Fuck!” I scrambled onto my shaky legs and rushed to where he vanished, but he was already long gone.
My eyes went to the tight tree line at least four trees deep. That prick trapped me.
And I was stupid enough to fall right into it.
Chapter 13:
Itookabreathwith my hand on the handle of the door. Now that I was closer it was impossible to ignore the blood embedded in the wood where the scratch marks were. The same symbols on the boundary were carved into the wood here.
The scratches looked like desperate attempts to get rid of the symbols. My fingers ran over a couple. They were familiar in a distant way that was hard to pin down.
Not like the memories I kept locked away, but like they were on the edge of remembrance. They gave me enough bravery to open the door to the cabin.
When I opened it, the stuffy smell of moisture and mold hit my nose. The floorboards beneath my feet were soft. I’d be lucky not to fall through. Now that I was inside I could see how the place sagged, on the verge of collapsing.
If I couldn’t get a plan together, I’d be better off in the water.
