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Chapter

Eight

Erin

H is .

No, it’s not possible.

He’s a monster, a senseless beast. Sure, he can talk, but is it possible for him to possess someone, to make them his pet?

The only way he’ll let me go is through death.

I shove against him, thrashing beneath his weight, but the Grim doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even react, like he can’t understand my struggle, which only makes me angrier. How can he be so stoic, so cold, so god damned cruel, all while making my heart race and my blood boil at his closeness?

“No,” I grunt out, twisting to grind my elbow into his side. “No, I’m not yours. I belong to myself!”

I’m tired. I want to go home.

I shouldn’t have trailed a strange creature through the woods at night.

I shouldn’t be here.

This isn’t normal . In fact, I’m pretty sure I lost my mind at some point between discovering the portal in the forest and now. Not only my mind, but pieces of me I’ll never get back.

The Grim only confirms my suspicion when he shoves one of my legs to the side, settling between my thighs the way he did before, and chills shoot up my spine, followed by a wave of heat.

He’s massive, his body blotting out everything else.

“What do you want from me?” The question squeaks out before I have a chance to swallow it down.

His bottomless, glowing eyes meet mine and hold me in place as surely as his body.

Images of him pinning me to the ground earlier resurface, and my face flushes with hot embarrassment. I don’t know what it is about the idea of being this thing’s prey, the fact that he’ll go to any lengths to hunt me down and devour me, that flips a switch inside me and turns my libido into a traitorous backstabber.

But it does.

Am I really so delusional that I want a ravenous monster to fuck me senseless in the woods? Or have I just been reading way too much paranormal romance? Probably both.

Why would I want a monster?

There is nothing human about him or his features. He’s pure muscle, tall and dark as a nightmare. His teeth alone are enough to have me break out in a sweat.

If I was smarter, I’d put up more of a fight.

Either way, when his hard cock suddenly presses against the fabric between my thighs, I can’t keep my pussy from quivering. Nor can I keep it from moistening at the thought of him inside me.

Disgusting.

There is something seriously wrong with me, and as hard as I try to link my reaction to my need to survive, it’s not working.

“You can run, but I will always find you,” the Grim hisses, moving to graze my cheek with the end of his bony snout.

Despite chasing after me, the bone is chilled, and draws some of the heat from my face on contact.

“No matter where you go, little one, I have your scent. I will track you to the ends of this realm.”

He remains crouched over me like an animal preparing to destroy its prey, like he’s debating the best way to rip me apart. I whimper, and a needy growl erupts in his chest, like my weakness entices him. I’m sure it does.

If the massive boner that’s pushing eagerly against my core is any indication, he gets off on the chase. The hunt.

His physical reaction has nothing to do with me and everything to do with what I represent. I am his quarry.

Or so I tell myself.

It’s better than leaning into the alternative—he fucks humans. Whether they let him or not.

“Just let me go,” I beg, struggling against him.

I’m well aware how hopeless my attempts are, but I try to wiggle out from underneath him nevertheless.

He grabs my arms, pinning them unforgivingly to the ground above my head. Although his grip on my wrist is gentle compared to the rope, it is unbreakable. I may as well be fighting against pure stone.

“You’d like that wouldn't you? To be released and allowed to live out your meaningless existence? Too bad, my tiny human. In this world, you keep what you find.” He runs his tongue from my chest to my ear, making me squirm, and I scream, still trying to get away. “I found you.”

His skull snout dances down my front, rolling over my chest as he inhales my scent. The sharp points of his canines graze between my breasts and snag against the fabric.

I can’t breathe. My lungs are painfully tight.

“And since you’ve done nothing but misbehave, I think I should show you just how mine you are,” he growls.

A pit opens up inside of me, and I shrink down into it at his words.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.

Do I even want to know? Will it make me feel better if I do?

The sinking sensation in my torso tells me that I already know; I’m just not willing to consider it logically yet.

The power of his growl vibrates against my skin and makes my stomach flutter as he slides lower down my body. He trails his snout and one hand down my torso, past my belly button before finally letting go of my hands. I don’t attempt to move them.

I’m shaking and frozen. I’m hot and my skin is tight, ready to erupt into a shower of sparks.

The Grim presses his hand to my gut, his fingers splayed out possessively.

I’m still not convinced this monster won’t slice me in half with those menacing claws, and the torrent of emotions whirling within me stuns me still and silent. Terrified as I am, I’m slightly curious about what his next move will be.

Is that wrong?

I want to see what he plans to do.

Call it professional curiosity, even in the face of personal terror.

Or maybe it’s just a way for my mind to process the experience.

I slick my tongue over my teeth and compulsively swallow.

I have to smell like straight up sweat considering how much I’ve run, not to mention the panic, but the Grim doesn’t seem to care. He simply dips his head lower, gripping my thighs firmly and prying them apart before pressing his skull between my legs.

The warmth of his exhale against my pussy sets off some kind of explosion inside me.

My stomach whirls, muscles tightening, and I gasp in anticipation.

Fuck . This is not good.

Or is it good?

I’m struck mute.

In a swift motion, he grabs the sides of my leggings, not caring that his claws sink through the material, and rips them toward my feet. My tennis shoes stop them from being removed but, again, he’s unbothered.

I suck in a breath, the air seizing in my lungs.

I’m entirely exposed. Every part of me. He grabbed my underwear along with the leggings and night air tickles my core.

“Look at that,” he grinds out. “You’re dripping wet.”

He spreads my thighs even further apart, his claws scratching along my delicate skin and setting them ablaze. There’s something tantalizing and dangerous in the sensation, and rather than sinking into fear, I’m on fire.

I pant as he sits back to stare at me. Those glowing eyes take in my naked legs spread wide for him, and as terrified as I am, as much as I want to fight and get away, running toward the portal only meters away, I stay frozen beneath his gaze.

My breath stutters, heart skipping a beat when my eyes fall down his form to the swollen cock between his legs. I swallow hard. Even in the dim lining, my eyes have adjusted enough to make out the massive girth and weeping head, translucent liquid slowly dripping down the side.

Shit, it’s the size of my forearm… maybe bigger. How in the—

No, he’s not going to try to stick it inside of me. It won’t fit. There is no way a monster like him can fit inside a small human like me. He’d rip me in half.

I trace the length of the shaft lower until my gaze lands on a softball-sized bulge at the base. My eyes widen, staring as I try to fathom what the hell it’s for.

“I wonder what you taste like, little human,” he purrs, and before I can answer swamp ass and salt he lowers his snout to my pussy again.

Squealing, I scramble backward, but it’s not far enough to avoid the collision of bone on flesh.

This time, with not even a shred of fabric separating us, the contact makes me shiver. The hardness of his bone runs gently over my mound, dipping lower, and his long tongue rolls up to lap at me, making my back arch and my breath catch.

He glides his tongue through my folds, the tip circling my clit before he dives deeper. Without waiting for me to give the go ahead, he shifts and stabs his tongue inside my pussy, my muscles clenching around him. My gasp turns into a groan as heat invades my insides and spreads through my limbs.

He curls his tongue inside of me and brushes it against the walls of my core.

My head settles back, my eyes fluttering shut. Fear takes a backseat to full on sexual desire.

It’s been a long time, so long , since anyone has touched me, since someone has been face to face with my downstairs, and even though I wish it were under different conditions, I can’t deny how good it feels. Fuck, it feels amazing.

The things he’s doing to me.

The Grim hums low in his throat before drawing his tongue out of me. “Interesting.”

Interesting? In a good way or a bad way? What the hell does that mean?

Before I have a chance to ask, he laps at me again, that tongue swirling over every inch of me and quickly making me quickly forget everything . All I can focus on is the heat, swirling, roaring through me, the tingles racing up my spine, and this monster who seems desperate to mark me as his.

He’s tasting me thoroughly, and there isn’t an inch of my pussy left unexplored.

I’m panting, arching my back and urging him on. So there seriously must be something wrong with me.

He isn’t even human.

He’s going to kill me.

But, despite all that, I don’t want him to stop licking me.

It’s every bit as hot and terrifying as I’d imaging fucking a monster could be.

“Oh, god.” I’m building up to something the longer he teases me with his tongue. Tension mounts, and my lower abdomen contracts, tightening. But the thought of orgasming in this situation has it banking under a tide of shame.

No matter how good it feels.

“Your taste—” He breaks off and slips his tongue inside of me again, and I bow upward, my jaw dropping.

He pulls free, and I pry my eyes open in time to watch the monster rear back. When he moves to line his cock up with my entrance, my stomach flips. His claws wrap around the base of the massive erection and my mouth goes dry.

Am I really attracted to this? I think as I stare up at the massive, dark figure hovering over me.

As much as I wish I could say no, something twists inside me, answering resolutely.

Yes . Yes, I am, and I'm curious how he’ll feel inside me. I want to know.

Will he fill me? Stretch me? Will it hurt?

Of course it will hurt. His cock is the size of a club, probably thick and heavy enough to give me a concussion if he smacked me with it. I still have no idea where he’s going to stick that thing, but the need to find out blots out every reservation. My pussy throbs in anticipation, every part of me on pins and needles.

I need him, and I need him now.