Page 74 of Primal Hunger
I am at her mercy.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Syros
Erin fits neatly in my arms, nestled against the crook of my shoulder with her head on my chest. She bobs slightly with the rise and fall of my chest.
Her yawn is adorable.
I’m not sure how things shifted between us, or when it began, but I am powerless against her charm. Against her sweetness and her strength. She may be small, but Erin is mighty, and the thought of losing her now, to any of the myriad of dangers around us, fills my heart with an unbreakable chill.
“Syros.” She stops, biting off the end of my name and shifting back to look at me. “I want to talk to you about something.”
She is naked, the way she should always be.
If I had my way, she’d stay naked, my seed dripping down her thighs constantly, smelling of me.
Only now, her lips are pressed together in a thin line, her eyes narrowed, and a small pit of apprehension opens up underneath me.
I sweep her hair away from her face with my claw. “What’s the matter?”
“I have to tell you—” She is hesitating, her cheeks flushed but the rest of her face pale. She’s hiding something. “When you were outside, I fiddled with the radio again.”
“You found more music?” I ask, confusion clear in my tone.
Do I want to know this? Whatever it is, she feels the need to speak about it. How important could it really be?
“No.” She pauses again, chewing the corner of her mouth. “I’m not sure how it happened, but I actually found a connection. Between this world and mine. I spoke to the man who was with me on the solstice, Tyler, through the radio. I was able to talk to him.”
Rage floods my system and lights every nerve on fire.
I clench her to me, my grip going tight enough to squeeze the air out of her, and it’s impossible to let loose. Not when I feel as though I might explode at any second.
“Who is Tyler?” I somehow manage to get the words out.
No other man will have her.
Her cunt has already conformed to me and my knot. The thought of any other man taking her in the same way, coming inside of her—
Erin is shaking. If I don’t calm down, I’ll terrify her, and erase any sort of progress we have made between us. But the thought of her with anyone else, another lover knowing her body and tasting her the way I’ve tasted her, is unimaginable.
“Tyler is a college student who agreed to help me locate the Grim,” Erin explains. Her body may tremble, but her voice remains calm and composed. “He was the only person in town willing to talk to me about the lore and the disappearances that occur with the solstices. He was with me in the car the night you came through. He’s been looking for me.”
If I ever see this Tyler, I’ll tear him apart limb from limb while he’s still alive. I will swallow over his screams and digest them.
I’ll make sure he never touches Erin again. I am the only one who can touch her this way.
She’s mine. She belongs to me. Nothing and no one else will ever experience the softness of her body except for me.
“Tyler is the closest thing I’ve ever had to an assistant,” Erin is saying, oblivious to my mental imagery of death and torture. “It’s a miracle we found the same signal and managed to speak to each other. He’s the one you heard me talking to the other night.”
“And you want to return to this Tyler?” Every word feels like acid, burning up my throat, acrid as they roll off my tongue. “To let him fuck you?”
I jerk in surprise when Erin bursts out laughing. “Fuck him?” she repeats. “Absolutely not! He’s a college student andsonot my type. He’s basically a child.”
My anger banks as quickly as it formed. She doesn’t want to leave me for another man. Or so I think, until she says—
