Page 14 of Primal Hunger
His clawed hands squeeze me with bruising strength, my arms pinned firmly at my sides. I twist and turn, fighting with everything I have, trying to claw at his skin or break his iron-clad grip, but it’s no use.
“Why would I do that,little human?” he hisses in my ear, and I still suddenly. I hadn’t expected him to speak, much less be so articulate, to sound so incredibly human.
His voice takes me off guard just as much as seeing him in the woods in the first place.
I guess I assumed he would grunt and growl like a regular animal. He looks like a monster, but he speaks like a man.
And this… this is nothing like I imagined.
The Grim turns on the spot, still holding me with my back against his chest, and I thrash half-heartedly in his hold. Running for so long wore me out, and I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to give up. Giving up means accepting my fate, and I’m not ready to be killed by a beast.
My mind races, frantically trying to think my way out of this, trying to figure out how to get away. Maybe I’ll have a chance to escape when he puts me down. It’s probably wise to save my energy just in case.
I still in his arms, struggling against his steel hold for every breath, but not willing to expend any more precious energy. It’s clear that fighting is pointless.
He grunts like I’ve made the right choice.
As we move in near silence, I wonder what he plans to do with me. Would he tell me the truth if I asked, or do I really want to know? Will death come swifter if I’m not dreading every agonizing second beforehand?
My gut says the latter.
He carries me like I’m nothing, and I can’t help but admire his strength. He’s a powerhouse, a force to be reckoned with, and rightly nicknamed the Grim. Anyone who crosses him is certain to meet a Grim fate.
I doubt anyone would stand a chance against him if they didn’t come brandishing an assault rifle. And for some reason, I wonder if even that would be enough. He could easily ripme apart now if he wanted to, and knowing he possesses that amount of restrained power tickles something inside me.
It’s a strange feeling that I might have balked at moments ago, but now that I’m pressed against a solid wall of brute strength and he’s carrying me through the forest like I’m nothing, it stirs something in me.
Curiosity, unexplainable and burning.
I should be terrified, but the desperate want for knowledge quickly overtakes my thoughts. I wonder what else this beast is capable of, what he might show me before snapping my spine and devouring my corpse.
He could easily toss me around or pin me to a tree…
My pussy clenches, making the blood drain from my face and my thighs clamp together. There’s no way I’m aroused right now.Absolutely no way.What kind of person does it make me if I get turned on by being caught by a creature like this?
I almost refuse to believe it until the Grim seems to notice. He sucks in a deep breath and chuckles, a dark, gravelly noise in his throat, then stops walking. For a long second, he just stands in the middle of the silent woods with me still clutched firmly in his arms. Nothing but the sound of our breathing falls around us.
“Your pheromones deceive you, little human,” his voice rumbles against my skin, the hard angle of his jaw bone brushing against my shoulder. “You should be terrified.”
I shiver, fear piercing through me like an icy needle. So what if I am a tiny bit aroused? What’s this thing going to do?Fuck me?Christ, yeah right.
The thought has my head spinning, and my pussy clenches against my will again.
Damn it. Clearly my body is determined to betray me, as much as I try to hide it. This entire situation is bizarre enough to begin with. Why not throw in an out of whack libido?
“You wish,” I scoff, rolling my eyes toward the sky even though he can’t see it. Maybe he can sense the disdain in my voice. “As if I’d fuck a monster.”
He laughs, his chest shaking with the noise. “As if you could stop me.”
Without warning, he throws me to the ground and I barely have time to splay my hands out in front of me before I land hard among grass and tree roots. A branch scratches my cheek, and I worry about it drawing blood, but before I can even scramble to my feet, the Grim is on top of me, pressing me further into the earth.
His hard form is against me, trapping me in place and taking my breath away, and for a second I wonder what exactly he has planned.
Is this a scare tactic, designed to make me admit I’d fuck him if it were on the table?
Or is he really planning to rip through my clothes and take me right here?
He’s more human than I initially assumed, but that doesn’t make him fucking material. He eats people.
