For an entire second, it was deadly silent except for the heavy panting.
By the time the men screamed, Rot could have already killed all of them. They should’ve been thankful he was more focused on me.
The men scattered in the way that always got these idiots killed. How could so many humans be so disconnected from basic survival skills?
“Get to your car!” Shannon encouraged, pointing to the obvious escape, but panic already had them in a chokehold.
I smirked. His vicious eyes landed on me and snarled, snapping his teeth at me playfully. I faked a shriek of terror and turned to run away, knowing he wouldn’t drag this out for long. Not with me being away from him. I’d be lucky if he didn’t take me right here.
Part of me wanted him to.
Let them watch the horrifying monster make me cum harder than any of them ever dream to. That they’ll never be as much of a man as him.
He tackled me hard to the ground, but his weight hovered over me, instead of crushing me. His nose ran over my neck and shoulder, inhaling my scent like it would save his life. I arched against him, despite my best attempt to remain a ‘victim’. I needed him so badly.
He grabbed my hips and dragged me toward the water. I clawed the ground, leaving a long line of finger marks in the mud. “Help me!”
I reached for Shannon since she was closest.
Shannon smirked at me. “Don’t look at me. I’m not going to be prop in your fucked up foreplay.”
“Bitch,” I whispered to her, flipping her off.
Rot used my distraction to yank me into the water with minimal resistance.
As if I was resisting that hard to begin with. I never wanted to win.
Mortification went over the men’s face as I was hauled to the water, but no one even thought about saving me. Shannonlooked at them disgusted. I took a deep inhale as I was dragged beneath the surface.
Water rushed around me as he swam through the water, and the next thing I know he’s climbing up into the nest and setting me down. He added more furs and flowers, and anything he thought I would like while I was gone.
I sank into the furs, letting the comfort of home ease the tension I’d carried out in the real world. My books lined a new bookcase he’d fashioned from bones. Something I’d mentioned in passing before leaving.
“Aw, thank you. I love it.” No more fishing books out of a plastic tote.
He purred with appreciation. Then ripped my clothing off me like it personally offended him. His claws slowly roved over me, but was careful not to break the skin.
“Help!” I screamed with a smile, hoping someone would hear me. I suddenly craved an audience. “A monster.”
A playful growl rumbled through him, and the affection in his eyes made something light and safe fill me.
“I’m a damsel. Save me.” I grinned, touching his leather face. His tongue brushed down the side of my cheek as he leaned into me.
He grabbed my thighs, roughly spreading them apart and pinning them to the nest. His clawed finger pushed inside as he took a deep inhale.
That feral expression took over his eyes.
I knew that look. Excitement filled me. I was ovulating.
Breed me.
He filled me with one violent thrust. The force of it made me bounce. I moaned as a piece of me that had been missing for weeks snapped back into place.
This wasn’t about us. Or about how we’d missed each other.
This was pure instinct.
His hips were savage as he slammed into me with no regard. A singular, primal goal on his mind. I was helpless to do anything but go along for the ride.
