I’m in trouble here.
He sees me looking, and he grins.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Get up, Carla. Get up.
I force myself onto my feet. My legs don’t want to hold me, and I lock my knees to make them. My skirt is torn at the hem, and one of my shoes is gone.
He looks me over. Slowly. Top to bottom and back up again, dragging his gaze over me in a way that makes my skin crawl. He makes this weird noise in his throat.
Then his cock stirs. It thickens until it’s jutting out from his body, huge and veined like his arms and neck. He just keeps staring at me while it bobs there between his legs.
He inhales through his nose, long and deep, and groans like he’s tasting something delicious.
“You and I are going to get to know one another,” he says. His voice is rusted.
“Leave me alone.” I take a step back. A twig stabs the arch of my foot, and I don’t even flinch. I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything except the cold flood of fear moving through me.
“It doesn’t have to hurt.” He sniffs again, nostrils flaring wide, and takes a step toward me.
“Itwillhurt.” My voice cracks. “Please go away.”
I know I may as well save my breath, but I have to try.
He shakes his head slowly. “I’m going to mate you now. I’m going to put my whelps inside your belly.”
“No.” I shake my head; my voice is shrill. “Don’t touch me.” I point at him, my finger trembling, and I don’t care. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Get onto your knees, female. Make it easy on yourself,” he says. “I will give you a few seconds to prepare. Hurry!”
“What do you mean prepare?” I can guess, and it makes me feel sick. “No!”
“Yes! Touch yourself. Quickly now. Make yourself wet for me. You are getting my cock, whether you want it or not.”
“Don’t you have ears?” I’m shouting now. “Are you hard of hearing? I don’t want you.” My voice shakes on every word. “Leave me alone.”
He takes another step toward me.
He breathes me in again, eyes half closing. “You smell soft and warm. You will be very small. Get ready!” he growls, fisting his cock, his hand moving up and down.
“Leave me alone!” I repeat. I’m backing away, one step for every one of his.
He shakes his head. “You aremine,” he says, and the word lands like a verdict. “Get on your knees. Do it now!”
“No.” I shake my head.
His cock twitches and a bead of pre-cum swells at the tip and runs down the length of him in a dribble. My stomach turns over so violently that I taste acid at the back of my tongue.
“No!” I hold up a hand like I can ward him off.
I wish!
“Enough talking.” His eyes flick to the canopy, then back to me. “If one of the others finds you before I claim you, they will take you for themselves. I need to mark you with my seed. Lots of seed.” And he starts toward me.
Revulsion fills me.
