Page 22 of Primal Hunger
I shouldn’t be here.
This isn’t normal. In fact, I’m pretty sure I lost my mind at some point between discovering the portal in the forest and now. Not only my mind, but pieces of me I’ll never get back.
The Grim only confirms my suspicion when he shoves one of my legs to the side, settling between my thighs the way he did before, and chills shoot up my spine, followed by a wave of heat.
He’s massive, his body blotting out everything else.
“What do you want from me?” The question squeaks out before I have a chance to swallow it down.
His bottomless, glowing eyes meet mine and hold me in place as surely as his body.
Images of him pinning me to the ground earlier resurface, and my face flushes with hot embarrassment. I don’t know what it is about the idea of being this thing’s prey, the fact that he’ll go to any lengths to hunt me down and devour me, that flips a switch inside me and turns my libido into a traitorous backstabber.
But it does.
Am I really so delusional that I want a ravenous monster to fuck me senseless in the woods? Or have I just been reading way too much paranormal romance? Probably both.
Why would I want a monster?
There is nothing human about him or his features. He’s pure muscle, tall and dark as a nightmare. His teeth alone are enough to have me break out in a sweat.
If I was smarter, I’d put up more of a fight.
Either way, when his hard cock suddenly presses against the fabric between my thighs, I can’t keep my pussy from quivering. Nor can I keep it from moistening at the thought of him inside me.
Disgusting.
There is something seriously wrong with me, and as hard as I try to link my reaction to my need to survive, it’s not working.
“You can run, but I will always find you,” the Grim hisses, moving to graze my cheek with the end of his bony snout.
Despite chasing after me, the bone is chilled, and draws some of the heat from my face on contact.
“No matter where you go, little one, I have your scent. I will track you to the ends of this realm.”
He remains crouched over me like an animal preparing to destroy its prey, like he’s debating the best way to rip me apart. I whimper, and a needy growl erupts in his chest, like my weakness entices him. I’m sure it does.
If the massive boner that’s pushing eagerly against my core is any indication, he gets off on the chase. The hunt.
His physical reaction has nothing to do with me and everything to do with what I represent. I am his quarry.
Or so I tell myself.
It’s better than leaning into the alternative—he fucks humans. Whether they let him or not.
“Just let me go,” I beg, struggling against him.
I’m well aware how hopeless my attempts are, but I try to wiggle out from underneath him nevertheless.
He grabs my arms, pinning them unforgivingly to the ground above my head. Although his grip on my wrist is gentle compared to the rope, it is unbreakable. I may as well be fighting against pure stone.
“You’d like that wouldn't you? To be released and allowed to live out your meaningless existence? Too bad, my tiny human. In this world, you keep what you find.” He runs his tongue from my chest to my ear, making me squirm, and I scream, still trying to get away. “I found you.”
His skull snout dances down my front, rolling over my chest as he inhales my scent. The sharp points of his canines graze between my breasts and snag against the fabric.
I can’t breathe. My lungs are painfully tight.
“And since you’ve done nothing but misbehave, I think I should show you just howmineyou are,” he growls.
