Page 27 of Primal Hunger
Or he could leave me out here to die. I’m sure something would come along shortly and do the job for him.So why doesn’t he?Why doesn’t he snap my neck and get it over with, instead keeping me alive and taking me back to his house?
I feel defeated. Let down by myself and my urges and my inability to figure a way out of this. I’ve always been able to get myself out of dangerous situations, but it seems like this time, my experience isn’t enough to help me.
“Come,” he says again, this time sharper, and for some reason it makes my muscles snap to attention. I look up to find him waiting for me, halfway turned toward an invisible path through the trees and I step closer to him, completely uncertain of what it means.
All I know is that if I’m not going to die, the Grim is also my best chance for survival, and it makes more sense to go with him than to fight it. Besides, I’m exhausted, every bit of energy zapped from the events of the last several hours. I just want to crawl up in the nest of pelts back at his house and sleep forever.
Until I’m able to figure a way out of this, I’ll just have to trust that he’ll keep me alive until he gets tired of me. Not that I won’t mind the entertainment. My pussy throbs at the thought of him slamming into me again and I blush, sore and needy.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Some good monster dick and I’m already wanting more? Who am I?
Right.
I’m dead. That’s what I am.
I’m just counting down the minutes until it’s official.
Chapter
Ten
Syros
Her spirit breaks as her posture sags and the corners of her mouth dip down. She wraps her arms around herself, slumping forward.
This should be a triumphant moment, knowing she’s lost her will to fight back. She’s completely and utterly mine with nowhere left to run. She is my toy, my plaything, broken to my whims.
But instead of the swell of pride I expect, I feel…nothing.
No happiness or regret. No sadness or empathy.
And I don’t understand.
The hollow feeling in my chest where there’s normally an instinctive pull one way or the other is foreign. Alarming.
Rutting her hadn’t been enough to cause her to withdraw. If anything, her scent and her body assured me of her pleasure in the act, although pleasure hadn’t exactly been my intention from the start. Domination, yes, and showing her it was futile to try and escape me. Now that she is covered in my seed and reeking of our combined scents, something has changed.
In me.
I turn to look away from her, heading back toward my home, and my hearing perks up when I hear her light footfalls behind me, trailing along in my wake.
Good little human, I think.She may understand obedience yet. But again, instead of any kind of pride, there’s a vacancy left inside me that I can’t explain.
I scrub a hand over my chest and the dull ache there.
Did this mortal put some kind of spell on me? Is she really some kind of witch with undetectable power? Nothing about her screams magic, but something doesn’t quite add up. I shouldn’t be feeling this way—I shouldn’t have even kept her alive.
The smarter course of action would have been to end her the moment we stepped through the portal. To devour her in one bite and be done with her.
Something about the girl intrigues me, and I refuse to destroy her completely until I figure out what it is. There is more to discover here.
I ponder in silence as we move along through the trees, hyper aware of her movements behind me.
I’ve left her with little choice in the matter. It is either come back with me or be left to the wilds of this decaying world. There are worse beasts out here than the one she thinks I am—she’s not wrong there.
I am a beast. Her judgment is true.
