“Okay,” I give a shaky nod.
“I don’t want to act like an animal,” he growls, “but next time I catch you, the beast in me will have to fuck you against a tree until you are screaming for mercy. Please, do not run from me.”
Hell. Hell, and shit, and fuck. That sounds too good.
“I won't run.” I promise him, finally wetting my dry mouth. I feel like all the moisture in my body is pooling somewhere else.
“Good girl.” His voice is serious as he slowly lets me slip down his body to the ground. “Now, let me take you home and make you dinner, like a gentleman would.”
He takes a step away from me, and my whole back grows cold. My feet are frozen in place, contemplating his promise, but also his plea. I’m not sure I want him to be a gentleman, but I don’t know if I am ready to tempt the monster inside him right now, not when he asked me not to. Sacha trudges back down the dirt trail back to the river, retrieving our clothing and our dinner. Without a word, he hands me my bathing suit cover-up, the bucket of fish in his other hand. He barely meets my eye as we walk back to the cabin. He seems embarrassed and ashamed, but every part of me feels highlighted. Alive with need.
“I need to change,” I announce loudly when we step into the cabin. I race to my bedroom, locking the door behind me.
The ache between my legs reminds me that it’s been a long time since I let anyone into my pants. I should just go back out there and fuck him, shouldn’t I?
The fact that I want to so badly means it's a bad idea. I’m such a fool about men, males. He’s not a man, he’s a monster. He said as much himself. Even coming here with him was probably a mistake. A remote location with a male I barely know. A male with big warm hands and a big hard chest, and a big fat cock. My friends don’t even know where exactly I am. He could do anything to me, and I might let him.
I lean my back to the door and shove my hand down the waistband of my wet shorts. Creeping my fingers beneath my underwear and press between my thighs, down toward the needy heat of my core. I stroking my fingers between my lips and across my clit. I’m already so wet. It’s easy to indulge myself in a few fantasies of Sacha. Him bursting through my door, climbingon top of me, or taking me against the wall. Chasing me down the way he promised he would.
He’s always making promises, but what if I ran out there right now? Ran past him. Would he chase me into the woods? Push me down into the dirt? Shove his cock into me?
I grab a breast, rolling a nipple between two fingers, and bite back a groan. Wishing it was his hand on me, his mouth, his cock pleasuring me, using me for his own desires. I slip another finger inside myself and have to drop my breast and shove my knuckle into my mouth to stop a groan from escaping. I am sure that he would hear it, hear me. It only makes me want him more. The idea of him on the other side of the door only makes me clench around my fingers tighter. I whisper his name as I come.
19
THE ONLY THING I DON’T HAVE IS HER
Sacha
Fuck. What have I done? What did I almost do? Chasing her down, attacking her in the woods, holding her captive against me. I can’t believe I lost control that way. I couldn’t stop myself until I felt her soft wiggling body in my arms, completely at my mercy.
Behavior like that is going to scare her off. I have to be able to control myself if I’m going to convince her to stay with me.
Still, I loved every second of it, the way she felt trapped against me, the way my fingers dug into her flesh, the way her heart raced, the way fear and adrenaline tinted her smell. I loved that she ran from me, the way she whimpered like a little animal, the way it made me want to claim her.
If I let those primal instincts take over, I will scare her off, because I’m not a human, I’m a monster.
I barely speak to her on our walk back to the cabin and, the second we step inside, Bailey disappears into her room. Almost like she can’t stand to be near me for another moment. I don’t blame her. I could kick myself for acting like that. It doesn’t matter how long I have spent living with the humans, or howmany fancy suits I buy, none of it squashes my monstrous instincts.
Pacing the main room of the cabin, I try to expend some of my extra energy, but in the cramped space, there’s only a couple steps for my bare feet to travel. I need her so badly. My cock went hard the instant she ran away from me, and it’s still a solid rod in my pants. I just need to release some of this pressure, but it’s difficult when she’s so close and smells so good. The whole cabin is permeated with her scent now.
She’s like a skittish little animal fleeing me, and as enticing as I find that, I need to let her come to me. I cannot indulge in my desire to chase her through the woods, throw her down to the ground, and fuck her. She thinks this relationship is just about sex, but if I want to keep her forever, then I need her to know I am serious about her.
I have the money, the status, and the strength. The only thing I don’t have is her.
She is meant to be my mate, I can feel it. I have never wanted a woman the way that I want her, and the more time that we spend together, the more I know that the mating bond is right. We are meant for each other.
From my past experiences with humans, I know so much of me is terrifying. I’m all muscles, with sharp teeth, too much hair, and instincts that are untenable to their kind. If my mate had been another Bigfoot, I could have avoided this, but I’m destined to be with a human. This beautiful soft woman who is hiding from me while I stew in regret for attacking her. My feet find a path to her bedroom door, even as I fight the urge to knock and apologize for my behavior. I should give her space, let her have time alone until she’s ready to come out and speak with me.
Then, her scent hits me. Her arousal is so thick that it seeps through the door of her bedroom and assaults my senses. I leanagainst the smooth surface of the door before I even realize what I’m doing.
My body trying to get closer to the scent of her, the heady smell of her arousal, without any intention from my brain. I draw in a deep breath to soak up more of her smell. River water drips from my still-wet legs onto the wood floor. I wish there was no door here. I could just be with her, in her arms, between her legs, coating myself with her scent.
My dick is hard in my pants just remembering how soft she is, how she felt wrapped in my arms, how she squirmed and whimpered and ran from me, the way her pulse raced beneath my grip, the way her plump ass cushioned my erection. I want her beneath me, coming apart on my cock. Looking me in the eye and screaming my name as she comes.
I pull down my pants, wrap my fist around my erection, and tug; wishing that it was my mate’s touch on me. Instead of my own punishing grip, it should be her hand, her mouth, her pussy.
I press my ear to the door, wanting nothing more than to tear it from its hinges to be near her. My pumps speed up when, on the other side of the wood, she makes a soft sound. In that noise I think I hear my name, that pushes me over the edge. I spill my cum onto my own stomach.
