Page 16 of Primal Hunger
The sensation is enough to finally send me over the edge, and my pussy throbs, aching for something to grab onto as it pulses through my climax. I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to give this monster more pleasure than he’s already taken from me, and tremble as the orgasm rolls through my middle and makes my legs weak.
When the sensation passes and my muscles stop convulsing, heat scorches my cheeks. I can hardly believe what just happened, but the undeniable proof is between my thighs. A mix of both our fluids drench my clothes, and as desperate as I am to strip them off, I’m entirely at the mercy of the Grim.
He gets to his feet and draws in a deep, shaky breath through the holes on his bony face that are sorta like nostrils. As his chin tilts down, his red-eyed gaze glowing a little brighter in the darkness, I realize he’s smelling…me. The sex-heavy scent in the air.
My heartbeat skips. I don’t know why it’s so hot—him looking at me like he wants to devour me—but it is.
I’m halfway tempted to try and run again, but my legs are jello from all the running and fighting I’ve done, plus the orgasm. I’m drained, entirely spent of any extra energy, so when he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, I don’t even have the strength to resist.
“A-Are you going to kill me now?” I ask, my breathing still ragged from adrenaline. I wonder if I should start counting down the minutes until my soul leaves my body. I wonder if I’ll get to come back as a ghost. Maybe I can haunt my paranormal investigator friends and scare the shit out of them.
Or if he’s taking me to his realm, maybe there aren’t such things as ghosts.
“Not yet,” he grunts before falling silent again.
He doesn’t seem to be a beast of many words, but this slow, silent trek through the woods is agonizing.
The light from the portal eventually comes into view, glistening in the darkness like a demonic halo. I try to spin and twist on his shoulder to get a view of my car through the trees, but I don’t see it anywhere. Tyler must have driven it back home when I was taken, high-tailing it from the scene.
Will he spread the word in the morning? Run around town telling people there’s been another abduction?Will they even look for me?
I look around a final time, knowing deep in my gut that this will be the last glimpse I see of my world. Whatever awaits me on the other side of the portal is horrifying and potentially deadly. An unknown world, potentially crawling with Grims, all eager to sink their teeth into me.
I grow queasy at the thought.
Maybe my death will be quick and painless. Or at least not be drawn out and torturous.Surely he’d spare me a prolonged, painful death.
My thoughts are still spinning as he gets close to the portal, but the second he steps through, energy crashes down on me. My eyes roll back in my head and everything goes black.
Chapter
Six
Erin
Regaining consciousness is kinda painful.
No one tells you that part.
My body aches as feeling returns to my limbs, pain throbbing steadily in my temples, and for a moment I wonder if the Grim has already started gnawing on me in my sleep. Pins and needles prick at my nerve endings.
But when I’m finally able to pry my eyes open and they adjust to the dim light of the room around me, I find that’s not the case. I’m intact and seemingly unharmed, aside from the ache in everyone of my muscles, but I know that’s from my out of shape ass hightailing it through the woods trying to escape.
Where am I?
I’m not entirely sure what happened when we went through the portal. That part is a little fuzzy, and when I try to recapture the memories, they dart just out of reach and leave a massive blank space behind.
I dare to shift my eyes around the room and my heart skips a painful beat, nausea turning my stomach and my head filling with an angry buzzing drone.
My wrists are bound together, as are my ankles, and I’m lying in a nest of pelts on the floor. It’s not entirely uncomfortable, but I can feel the hard floor pressing up against my spine, and I wish I could move into a different position, but I’m hopelessly stuck in the mountain of fur.
Fighting against the restraints is useless. They’re tied tight.I’m not going anywhere.
My limbs ache from my frantic sprint and the adrenaline still adding fire to my veins.
I struggle to remember exactly what happened before the Grim stepped through the ring of light with me tossed over his shoulder, a swirl of hazy memories blooming in my mind, along with the dull pain of a headache. I was too in shock as it was happening, too busy running for my life for the panic to creep up, but now reality slaps me across the face.
I’ve been taken by the Grim.
