Page 15 of Primal Hunger
My stomach cartwheels when I realize he was right.I wouldn’t be able to stop him.He’s too big, too powerful for me to stand a chance against him, despite my unwavering determination.
And as crazy as it might sound, I’m not entirely sure I’d put up much of a fight. Not when the heartbeat between my thighs rivals the one in my chest.
“I’ve never fucked a human before,” he growls, the sound vibrating through me like a jolt of electricity, goosebumps quickly following after. He drags the edge of his jaw across my shoulder blades, his long tongue flicking out to tease the exposed skin of my neck, and I shudder. “You would be the first for me, if you choose to play this game.”
I open my mouth to snap something back at him, but he flexes his hips and presses a hard cock firmly between my legs. I gasp at the contact and forget how to breathe as he rubs himself harder against my leggings, searching for my entrance.
Holy fuck. He’shuge.In all ways, if you know what I mean.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks.
My muscles seize, and I’m not sure what to do, even though I know what Ishouldbe doing. I should be screaming, fighting to get away from this beast. I should be panicking and definitelynotenjoying the pressure against the thin material of my pants.
But am I really that surprised?A little voice at the back of my mind teases me.
I’ve devoted the last several years of my life to tracking down things that normally have people running for the hills. I’ve always been fascinated by things that live in the shadows, been drawn to stuff that goes bump in the night.
There’s always been a part of me that longed for darkness, like I belonged there more than anywhere else. It called to me, the way home calls when you’ve been away too long.
Now that I’m finally faced with a monster, a true beast in the flesh, my curiosity is multiplied tenfold. Something about the Grim calls to me, yearning burning deep in my marrow, and terrified as I am, the fear only seems to increase the desire.
Fuck.
I’m arching my back against the beast before I can talk myself out of it, tempting him, egging him on. Daring him to do something other than threaten.
He growls again loudly, the sound ricocheting through me like a ping pong ball, and he grabs the back of my neck with one of his hands, hardly gentle.
“You were saying,” he adds, pressing himself between my thighs again and sending a wave of heat exploding through my middle.
I should not be enjoying this, I repeat over and over, but denying it doesn’t change the fact that my panties are soaked and I want him to pick up the pace. This has to be some sort of twisted fever dream, because my body wouldn’t normally react this way to being kidnapped by a monster.
Would it?
My thoughts haze over with lust as I do my best to press back against him, but he has a firm hold on me and isn’t giving me an inch. All I can do is squeeze my thighs together as he grinds against me again, increasing the friction against his swollen cock, and try not to envision what it might look like as he groans in my ear.
“Youwantme to fuck you, little human?” he growls, picking up his pace. With the increased friction, it’s just enough of a shift for my clit to get attention with every stroke, and I fight the urge to moan along with him. “You reek of lust and desire. Is this what you truly want? An interesting turn of events.”
He draws in another deep breath.
Urges be damned, but I’m not going to let him know just how much I’m enjoying this.
“No,” I grind out with a clenched jaw as his teeth graze my shoulder, sharp enough to draw blood. I wince, knowing without seeing that crimson is beading on my skin, but the pain is gone the second he laps his tongue over the wound.
“Liar,” he snaps, driving himself harder and stretching the damp material of my leggings to its breaking point. If he keeps on much longer, he’s liable to tear through them and sink his cock into my pussy that’s ready and waiting for him, and I hate how much I like the thought of it.
This is so fucking wrong.
Tension builds in my core as he works his cock back and forth between my thighs. With how wet I am, he glides across the thinfabric with ease, creating the right amount of friction against my sensitive clit to have me chasing an orgasm.
I want to tell him to stop.
Ishoulddo something to make him stop, but instead, I squeeze my eyes shut as my thoughts get away from me. Thoughts of this monster filling and stretching me, despite how wrong it is. Him slamming into me until I whimper from the pain.
His claws rake over my skin, setting it ablaze before his tongue trails behind to soothe the burn.
I wonder what else he can do with that tongue.
As I reach my peak, desperate to fall over the edge into the strangest climax I’ve ever had in my life, the Grim roars low and deep, picking up his frantic pace until he clenches against me. His cock throbs, spilling a pool of warm cum against me and soaking the crotch of my leggings.
