Page 69 of Primal Hunger
How is it even possible?
I only know I feel the same way he does; I wouldn’t have jumped into danger to help him otherwise.
“Syros—” My voice catches and I swallow hard. “I have no idea how to describe it, either, but… it’s strong. Whatever it is.”
He growls, and I feel the scratchiness of the sound inside my body. It travels in a wave down to my core, and my pussy pulses, letting me know exactly what she wants.
This time, I lift on the tips of my toes and reach up to wrap my hands behind his thick, muscular neck. I tug gently, guiding his skull down to meet my face, and press my lips against the tip of his snout. The bone is cool against the heat of my lips, and little bolts of electricity zip through me at the contact.
He might not be able to kiss me back, but this is the only way I know to show him the feelings I’m unable to speak.
I want him.
I know that much.
I want this monster more than I’ve wanted anyone else in my life, and it only takes one look, one touch, to light me on fire. My body craves him.
I’m not sure it’s wrong anymore, but I do know I can’t keep my hands off of him.
Maybe there’s something special in his cum that makes me addicted to him. For all I know, that’s exactly what this is. But the more he touches me, the more I want to figure out what exactly has started between us and what my own feelings are.
I have a million questions for him, and each one is harder to hold onto as his hand slides down my back, over the curve of my ass.
Who taught him to speak? Is it a quality shared by all Grim? What other creatures are in this world and how have the Grim survived this long when they have no familial unit or community to support them?
Does it really matter, though?
He tugs me against his chest and hikes me up to bring us face to face, my arms wrapping automatically around the base of his neck, tangling with his thick fur.
None of the questions churning in my mind matter, not really, because I’ll be going home soon.
After that, I’ll never see him again.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Syros
She is a dream made of flesh. A vision beyond anything I could have imagined.
Never did I think I would find another being who understands me and fits together with me the way she does, but here she is. Despit our size difference, when my cock is buriedinside of her, the rest of the world fades away into nothingness. When she looks at me, I feel seen and understood in a way I’ve never known before. I feel… wanted.
Erin.
Every thought of her causes a warmth in my chest that spreads out through my body the longer she lingers in my thoughts. My pet. Myhuman.
She’smine, and nothing can ever change that. No Ech, no Grim, no power that exists in this realm.
No one would ever believe the way she has transfixed me, how desperate I’ve become to keep her by my side, but it is not for them to understand.
What we have is special, unique. I might be the first Grim to ever keep a human for themself, and I could be the last, but I cannot deny myself that which overrules my hunger. She calls to the most primal parts of me, the most basic part of my nature. She is what I want, what I need.
Erin presses her lips against my maw again, and heat seeps into my fleshless bone. It swells, sinking lower, as she repeats the motion.
A growl vibrates up my throat as desire washed through me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you,” she says softly, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze before trailing her lips farther up my jaw.
