He hovered over me, black eyes empty and unblinking. He’d stripped off the last of his clothing, his cocks rock hard and the black sheath around them pulsing. Their combined tips pointed towards my pussy with the threat that they would be pushed inside of me no matter how tight the squeeze, so they could use me for pleasure.
Aroused and afraid, my brief awe-struck immobility disappeared. I kicked his stomach and scrambled backwards; a low rumble in this throat told me he was pleased with my effort. I rolled to my belly to crawl away quicker, maybe get on my feet. He didn’t stop me, at least not until I was almost standing. A hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled. I crashed to my stomach into the soft clover.
Theo’s rough, wet tongue pressed against the back of my calf and dragged slowly up my leg. I shuddered. It feltincredible.Bumps raised across my skin. I held still for a moment to savor the sensation, until it started running up my inner thigh towards my pussy. I wasn’t ready to submit.
I rolled to the side to twist out of his hold, landing on my back. Dumb mistake. Two hands grabbed my ankles and spread them. The other two flanked my waist. His black eyes locked with mine; he licked his sharp teeth and growled.
I grabbed around both of his horns and pushed against them as he slowly, menacingly, lowered his mouth towards my pelvis. I smacked at the side of his skull gently. It felt wrong to strike him in the head.
He stopped his descent and looked up. “I knowyou can hit harder than that.”
Theo let go of my ankles and crouched above me on those strange, extended legs. His cocks jutted up against his core, their black sheath camouflaged by the marks streaking his body.
“I’m gonna let you try to escape again. And this time, when I catch you, you better try to fuck me up. Give me all your rage and pain. You’ve met my monstrous side, and now I want to meet yours.”
My body thrummed with excitement. He could sense what I needed and wasn’t letting me settle for less. I’d purged out my fear during our little chase, and now it was time to exercise my rage. One emotion at a time, he would ring me dry.
I scrambled to my feet and started running again. This time, I splashed into the stream of my alcove before two hands grabbed me by the waist and picked me up.
His palm cradled my face before I was slammed front-first into the rock column connecting cliff to ground. The soft cushion of his hand slipped out from under my cheek. Roughstone bit into my flesh. Still holding me up by my waist with two hands, he pinned my wrists above my head with the others. The small waterfall sprayed over us.
His warm tongue found the sensitive area where my ass met my lower back and began to lick up my spine. I squirmed against the tingling sensation, my legs kicking in the air, thumping against his outer thighs when they couldn’t find the ground. The struggle was pissing me off—I thrashed with no progress. I was cold, wet, and spitting out mouthfuls of water from the stream washing over me.
Rage bubbled inside of me. How thefuckwas I supposed to fight back like this?! Choking on frustration, I screamed to clear my throat.
He rumbled approvingly and lowered me back to my feet. I grit my teeth in anger and turned to face him, slamming my fists onto his chest. I had to lift my arms above my head to evenreach. Theo’s eyes were blank in their stare, but the slightest smile curled at the corners of his lips as my fists bounced off his pecs.
“Not a fan of the water?” he asked mischievously.
“It’s fucking cold!”
He grinned and reached for me. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pushed me backwards and pulled down on the nape of my neck, sending the waterfall down my face. It was sensory overload. After days of everything around me feeling so fake, I was painfully aware of the sharp cold, the need to keep it out of my mouth and nostrils, the way it stung my eyes.
“Your nipples look so pretty when they’re hard like this,” he praised roughly, taking a knee to lap at them.
“Theo!” But I didn’t say stop. I didn’t say no. It all felt too good.
His warm and rough tongue pressing against my chilled nipples. He cupped each breast and squeezed, his other hands holding me by the waist and a fistful of hair. My pussy ached to be filled, it only added to my frustration. Instead of being fucked, I was being held in cold water. Teased.
I pounded on his skull with all the strength I could muster as he nibbled and licked at my chest. I pulled on his horns with all my might. I tried unhinging his mouth by grabbing at his jaw, but he nipped at my fingers with sharp teeth and growled, then returned to his task. I resumed hitting. Hell, my feet were free, so I threw a kick or two at his shin. I was positive it hurt my toes way more than it hurt his legs.
Water poured down me as my blows became less punishing, less frequent. My body was adjusting to the temperature, and that allowed me to focus on how delightfully sensitive my breasts felt. I didn’t have a drop of rage left. I whimpered as the fight left my body and was replaced by overwhelming arousal.
My head still tightly held in place, I leaned my hips forward, hoping I could find his knee to rub against for some relief.
“Is she done hitting? Does she just want to come now?” he asked, his head lifting from my breasts to look me in the eye while he kneeled.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He moved closer so I could straddle the leg propping him up. My mouth gaped and I let out a moan as my wet pussy spread over his warm, bare thigh. Water streamed down the side of my parted lips and entered the corners of my mouth.
“Do you have any rage left to expend, before I claim your body?” he asked, releasing his grip on my head and meeting my gaze.
I wasn’t sure I did, but I didn’t want to back down from the challenge. I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into his shoulder as hard as I could and rolled my hips forward.
He groaned and cupped the back of my head, holding me to him as I clenched my jaw over his taut muscle. “Even with all of her fight gone, she’s still a wild little thing.”
He wrapped his arms under my hips and lifted me from my very enjoyable seat, hoisting us up swiftly and laying us in the clover. My wet hair clung to my throat. He was situated between my thighs. The spray of water had washed away what little blood remained from his killing spree. His clean, sable-striped skin glistened.
