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Chapter 4

The Grouch

I pulled a few stray pine needles from my fur, flicking them across the room as I groaned. Max had begged I cut down a tree for her to decorate, and as much as I hated the idea, I didn’t want to listen to her whine. So, I chopped one down and dragged it all the fucking way back here just for her. The entire mining quarry had transformed overnight, as if Christmas had thrown up, leaving holiday decor scattered across every inch. Multi-colored lights hung from rigid sides of the cave, wrapping around every surface as they warmed the dark, damp tunnels. Red velvet ribbons and hand-cut paper snowflakes were stuck to everything. It made me sick. I fucking hated Christmas after what happened, but I knew it made Max happy, being her favorite holiday. So, I kept my mouth shut and pushed through the trauma for her. Still, I always wondered how she was able to collect so much fucking shit over the years. She was always showing up with stuff, crafty in her own way, sort of just making things happen.

Max’s scent quickly filled the cave as the sound of her footsteps shadowed, followed by the sound of her soft laughter. My body eased at her presence. I had asked her to go back into town and see if she could locate Cindy. It still baffled me that Max’s childhood bully was the very same reporter who was printing such shit about me from my own mother. It was like a weird cosmic joke lining up for the final punchline, one I planned to have Max deliver personally. It was only fitting.

She walked into the room with such grace, smiling as her curls bounced. Her bronze skin filled the room with warmth, those eyes of hers shining like two emeralds in the sun. Between the anticipation of her news and seeing her fucking perfect body strutting around, my cock twitched, slowly hardening as she pranced to my side and bent down, her lips hovering over my ear.

Control yourself. You can’t just keep fucking her night and day.

“I have news for you,” she whispered. My claws dug into the leather arms of my chair as her hot breath danced along my fur, causing it to stand up along the back of my neck.

“What is it?” I breathed. Max slid her hand down my chest, playing with a few strands of my fur. Goddamn tease.

“It looks like Cindy isn’t only writing articles but also works part-time down at that corner bar near the brothel. I saw her last night, speaking with someone. Someone you’d never expect in such a place.” She leaned in closer as her tongue gently traced my ear. My body vibrated as a low snarl built deep in my throat, and she snickered. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Who?” I exhaled. “Who was she meeting?” I swallowed, trying to force my urges back.

“May-Martha.” My entire body tightened the second her name hit my ear.

MAX

“Did you say May-Martha?” his voice whispered the question with no emotion as I observed his face closely. There was an odd shadow cast over his eyes, like a storm brewing in the distance.

“Does that really surprise you? Cindy tortured me as a child.” I kissed his cheek. “She was always a ruthless bitch who took too much pleasure in hurting others. It only makes sense that your little miss May-Martha would befriend her, after what she did to you?—”

The old meanie grabbed me by the throat, yanking my body down towards his as he stared into my eyes, a low and threatening snarl fuming from his chest. I couldn’t help but smile, enjoying his rage. I loved it when he got rough with me and didn’t treat me like some delicate flower.

“I’ve told you,” he squeezed me tighter, “you don’t get to speak of her.” I gasped, trying to breathe as he constricted my airway. He tossed my body aside, and I hit the cold floor, coughing, my throat aching from his grip. His temper always tickled me, the way he tried to act so big and bad when, really, he was just as fluffy on the inside as he was on the outside.

“Why are you always so mean to me when I say her name?” I asked, sitting up. “She’s no one. She doesn’t deserve your thoughts, not after what she did.”

He growled, baring his canines at me.

Go on, show me that temper of yours. It doesn’t scare me. Just a big old teddy bear.

“I’m warning you,” he huffed. “You better watch your mouth, or?—”

“Or what?” My brow raised. “Are you going to hurt me? Kill me?” He squeezed his hands into fists at his side as I rose to my feet. “No, I don’t think so.” I slowly walked to him, gazing into those menacing eyes. My hand trailed up his chest, feeling his chiseled muscles beneath his thick fur as I leaned in close, standing on my tiptoes. “You know why? Because you like me. More than you want to admit. So, if I want to speak her fucking name,” I ran my finger along the underside of his chin, “I will.” He glared back at my smile, grumbling.

That’s right, show me your inner beast. I’m not scared of you.

“You think you’re so safe with me.” He gripped my throat again as I gasped, lifting me off my feet. “But you’re wrong.” He was wrong. I wasn’t scared of him.

My hands gently grabbed his wrists, allowing him to manhandle me.

“Y-you can’t hurt me. You l-love me. You know y-you do.” His brows furrowed as he released me, once again dropping me to the floor.

“That’s where you’re wrong, freckles. The only heart I have is tattooed across my chest.” He lifted his fur, showing the old red heart tattoo. “ This belongs to one person, and that’s not you.” He scoffed as he began to turn and walk away.

Lies.

“You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me!” I shot after him, grabbing his arm. “I know you love me. I know it!” He lifted me by the neck yet again, slamming me against the cave wall as his nostrils flared. My chest heaved, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from the back of my body. His eyes stared into mine, sparking.

There . The edges of my lips curled as I realized what I was doing to him.

“Go on. Do it.” His claws constricted. “Break me. If you don’t love me like you say, then it’s an easy choice. Do it. Snap my neck and be rid of me.” I ran my tongue along my lips, and his breathing picked up, his arms flexing and bulging with raw strength, fighting his instincts. His thumb ran along my lower lip as he groaned, a low growl grasping the end of his sound. “See? You can’t.” He huffed, leaning closer, his mouth hovering over mine. “You may not say it, but I know, deep in your rotten core, your mean heart beats for me. Same as her.” His body fell rigid as he roughly broke away from me.

“You’re wrong,” he grunted. His words stung, igniting anger within me.

No, I’m not! I struggled to breathe, lightheaded and frantic to make him stay, to make him see.

My eyes scanned the room, noticing a nearby strand of lights hanging along the cave wall. Without thinking, I snatched the strand and rushed after him.

“Don’t you walk away from me!” My voice growled through gritted teeth as I lassoed the lights over his large frame, hooking his neck. He stopped, unsure of what was happening. My hands pulled, yanking him back as he tried to grab the lights looped around his neck. I pulled again, knocking him to his knees as he tried to turn and face me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My hands curled around the light strand, closing in on him as I forced his head up to stare at me. “You—” I yanked the strand again, stopping his words as I bent down, my curls bouncing around my face.

“I’m simply reminding you how much you really do like me.” My back straightened as I lifted my leg and pressed my foot into his chest, the heel of my shoe digging into his fur. “I know everything that dark, twisted little heart of yours desires.” My hands tugged, yanking his face closer with the strand, my heel digging deeper. “I know exactly how to make you beg.” I kicked his chest, loosening my grip on the light strand and knocking him onto his back as he groaned. “I know how much you want my body.” I stood over his face, my feet on either side of his thick neck, tugging at the lights. “And, in spite of everything you say, I know just how much you fucking need me.”

His claws moved from protecting his neck from the strand and grabbed my ankles. His hands slid delicately along my skin, causing it to tingle, before reaching the back of my knees, whacking them. The force caused my legs to buckle as I plopped onto his chest, my knees bent and spread around his face. His hot breath seeped under the hem of my skirt, teasing my aching pussy. I could hear the hunger in his breathing, the craving he had for me and only me. I knew what my body did to him, and right now, he was exactly where I wanted him.

I grabbed his hand, guiding it up my legs to my waist, taking my time as I glided it over my breasts, kissing the top of his hand lightly. I then used his sharp claw to cut the straps of my dress, rolling the material down and freeing my chest. A low rumble rocked from his chest and up my body as I moved his hands back to my breasts, softly moaning at how he felt against my bare skin. My heart raced with such excitement and enjoyment as I lightly ground against him.

“You bring that wicked, greedy little pussy of yours over here,” he demanded, playing at my now-hardened nipples, tugging at them while he licked his lips. “Now.”

“No,” I breathed, shaking my hair from my shoulders as I quickened my grinding, leaning into his touch, using one hand to tug the lights around his neck. “You’re going to listen and watch as I use your body however I want until I come all over it.” I gasped, moving faster. “Time to suffer for being such a bad boy.” He snatched the colorful light strand from me and forced my hands forward, wrapping it tightly around my wrists. I laughed at his aggression as he yanked the strand and forced my body over his, my pussy hovering over his face. “So needy,” I teased. He grabbed the hem of my skirt, ripping my clothes open like a present.

“I’m not a fucking boy,” he snarled, slapping my bare ass hard as I gasped, inching closer to his lips. “I’m a goddamn monster.” His tongue flicked my swollen clit, my spine straightening and back arching at the contact. I couldn’t help but faintly cry out, rocking my pelvis as he snaked closer, tasting my wet, aching pussy. My bound hands pressed against the cold floor, the warmth of the lights contrasting against the cold air as I began to sweat, my breasts swaying with my movements.

“That’s right,” I breathed. “Now eat me like the big, bad monster you are.”

His tongue stretched deeper inside me, his hot breath covering my body as his claws dug into my backside. My back arched further as my spine ached, pushing me harder against his soft, furry face as he fucked me with his tongue, devouring every bit of my weeping excitement. It didn’t take long to feel the pressure building within my core, but I refused to let it surface, biting my lip as I held it back and embraced the painful resistance. I was determined to draw it out and live in this moment forever. With him.

“I can feel the fever burning between your legs,” he breathed into me. “Go on and soak my face, freckles. Suffocate me with your tasty cum.”

“No,” I cried, forcing the wave of excitement down. “Not yet.” He growled, clawing my legs for support as he flipped our bodies, rolling, slamming me on my back.

“I wasn’t asking,” he gritted, rising onto his knees and unbuttoning his pants. His hands quickly unleashed his cock, a vibrant green, hairy beast that had grown three sizes larger. I could feel my eyes twinkling at the sight of it, my mouth watering with anticipation. He grabbed my legs and yanked me close, rubbing his wet, sticky tip along my center and against my clit. Fuck, he felt so good. His fluids mixed with my own as he stroked me with his enormous cock, finally finding my orgasm.

“There it is.” He grinned while forcing himself inside me. The immediate pain and pressure made me scream as my eyes watered and lips curled. I loved the way his cock felt inside me.

“Yes, take it from me,” I whimpered. “Take my cum. It’s all yours.”

He raised my legs over his shoulders, pinning my bound arms above my head as he rammed further into my cunt, grunting as he quickened his pace and fucked the hell out of me. I tried to scream, to cry out in ecstasy as my climax built, but my throat was noticeably dry, burning from my insanely rapid breathing.

No . I knew he liked hearing me. I tried to swallow, but it was no use. I didn’t have enough spit.

“Let me help you.” He gripped my face and forced my mouth open, my tongue curling out as he spit down my throat, his saliva coating it enough to let me scream as he forced himself deeper into my pussy.

“Yes. Yes!” I couldn’t stop myself, pulsating around his cock as he forced every drop out of my body, making me squirt all over his cock, allowing him to move a little easier. I knew he was holding out on me, trying to resist his own urge to come. Despite how much my body shook and ached with absolute pleasure, I slapped his hands from my wrists, hooking his neck instead as I yanked his face closer. “You better come inside this pussy, or I’m going to fuck you from behind with one of your favorite little toys.” His eyes ignited, his body thrusting harder into mine, again and again, until he couldn’t hold back.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s a good boy.” I squeezed my legs tight around his neck, moving alongside him. “Fill my pussy.” He growled, his claws tearing into my skin as he began to roar, coming hard inside me.

“Fuck, Max!” Hearing him scream my name, knowing how good I made him feel, made my heart glow with absolute joy.

“That’s right, say my name,” I whispered, smiling as he continued to fuck me, pumping his hot cum into me until it dripped and seeped out of my body. “Say it.”

“Oh, Max,” he whined, jolting as he slowed his pace, the lust-filled haze beginning to clear from his eyes. He watched me closely, pulling his wet cock from my body as I moaned, already missing the way it felt. He silently removed my arms from his neck and unwrapped my wrists as my hand touched his face gently. For a minute, we sat there, trying to catch our breaths as we simply stared at one another, completely lost in our sinful moment.

“What do you say you grab one of those toys, and we enjoy ourselves just a little longer?” His eyes twinkled, a devious little grin peeking from the corner of his mouth. I raised a brow, knowing I had won. He was mine and always would be. His thoughts may be stuck in the past, but his body was here, with me, and I knew exactly how to please it.

“You going to get on all fours and let me fuck you from behind this time?” I asked, biting my tongue softly. He leaned down, kissing me fiercely, his claws gliding along my body, feeling my curves.

“Just promise to fuck me real good, and I’ll let you do whatever you want, freckles.”

THE GROUCH

Max wrapped the opposite end of the lights around her hand, whipping them as they smacked my ass hard, one of the bulbs popping from the impact. I instantly moaned, liking the pain. The strand remained wrapped around my neck as she tugged again, constricting my airway, the bulbs slightly burning me.

Fuck, yes. Make me gasp for air, you wicked thing.

Her soft, warm hands gently wrapped around my legs then, gliding up as she clawed her nails into my ass cheeks, on her knees, same as me. She made the most delicious noises, kissing my body as her mouth made its way to my backside, swirling around my fur. She ran a hand around to my cock, which had hardened once again.

“You better not fucking tease me,” I breathed, her fingers curling over my shaft as she began to stroke my cock, eating me out from behind with that pretty mouth of hers. Fuck, she felt like heaven, meeting my every desire with such excellence. Max tongued me for a few more minutes before she leaned back and spat into my ass, laughing as she began to finger me, removing her hand from my cock.

“I’ll tease you as much as I fucking want.” I could hear that devilish smile of hers in her voice. “But I’d rather you watch me as I fuck the hell out of you.” She removed her fingers, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength, wearing nothing but a black harness around her pelvis, a candy-cane-striped toy attached and ready for me. I exhaled deeply, licking my lips as she crawled over me until it was near my face.

“Now, open wide.” She sat up, gripping my chin and slowly pushing the toy into my mouth. “That’s right, get it nice and wet so Mommy can fuck you real good.” Fuck, I had to control my breathing, too damn excited as I lathered the toy in my saliva. I squeezed her thighs, my cock growing as she lightly thrust the dildo into my mouth, the tip tapping the back of my throat as my tongue wrapped around it. She moaned, melting me as the dildo fucked my mouth gently, warming me up. “There,” she moaned, gently removing the toy and kissing my chest as she crawled backward. Her eyes remained glued to me as she flicked my cock with her tongue before repositioning herself between my legs.

“Don’t you dare go easy on me,” I warned, greedily eating up the sight of her. Max’s smile grew as she gripped the toy and lowered it to my ass, rubbing the wet tip around my body before aggressively forcing it inside. A whimper escaped through my teeth as she went.

“I don’t plan to,” she winked, shoving it deeper until her pelvis nearly slammed into my backside. Fuck, yes.

Max began to fuck me, grunting as she used all her strength to ram into me, one hand bracing herself on my thigh, the other stroking my cock the best she could. My legs wrapped around her waist, forcing her closer as my orgasm quickly started to build. I watched her breasts bounce, her body glistening with sweat, looking absolutely phenomenal as she fucked me. It was almost too much.

Fuck, no. Not yet. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my body fighting itself as I clawed at the bedding beneath me.

“Hey,” she snapped, yanking the lights around my neck as my head shot up. “You better keep those eyes on me. I want you to watch as I make you come.” Her hand twisted, reeling in the strand as my breathing restricted further.

“Oh, Max,” I whined, “don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” I came as the words ripped from my mouth, my body thrusting as my cock spazzed, my cum spewing into the air. “Fuck!” Max leaned forward, still driving the dildo into my ass as my cum began to splatter along her bare chest and torso, covering her skin.

“Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she continued. “Come all over my body.” I could hear her own orgasm growing between her moans as she quickened her speed, coming with me, the two of us nearly screaming.

I couldn’t control myself. I needed more.

Letting the toy slip from my ass, I wrapped my body around hers, moving us around until her face was buried in the bedding, her perfect ass raised high for the taking. My hands bound hers behind her back, wrapping the lights around her wrists once more as I quickly removed the wet dildo from her harness, spitting onto it before shoving it up her ass with no warning, my own cock, suddenly hard again, sliding into her dripping pussy with a loud moan. With one hand, I held the candy-cane-striped toy against my abdomen while the other gripped a handful of her curly copper hair, fucking her senselessly, drawing out our orgasms as long as possible.

“Fuck, Max.” I relished in her loud moans and screams, drinking them in. “You’re so fucking intoxicating. I can’t get enough of you, of your body, of that pretty little cunt of yours.” I slammed both the dildo and my cock harder into her, listening to her scream as she dripped with ecstasy. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me,” I whined, my body buzzing with a drunken haze. “Please.”

“Never,” she whispered into the sheets.