Page 14 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)

A Pulse of Need

RED

M y pussy was throbbing .

It pulsed in time with every beat of my heart, aching, wet, and furious with denial.

Each second of restraint felt like punishment.

My body didn’t care that I’d been taken, didn’t care about the leather biting into my wrists, didn’t care that this monster was the stuff of nightmares, because he was also the star of every filthy fantasy I had ever dared to imagine.

And he knew it.

Rael loomed at the edge of the bed, eyes glowing like molten lava, his massive chest rising with each heavy breath, and his cock…

I swallowed hard as I stared at it. Gods, his cock was swollen , thick and long, looking flushed and angry while it glistened with precum.

It twitched as he looked down at me, dark veins bulging along its length, the fat, slick head straining against his stomach.

His smile dragged out slowly, and he looked dangerous. “You won’t be needing this anymore, Red.”

His claws sank into the delicate hem of my slip and tore through it as if it were made of nothing, the sound sharp and humiliating.

The fabric fell away in tatters, exposing the full, soft weight of my body.

My curves, bared under the harsh glow of the Blood Moon that streamed in through the cabin window, accentuated my flaws.

I whimpered, not from fear, but from the raw intensity of his stare as it crawled across every inch of my body.

My skin heated with every glance, and I looked away.

He devoured me with his eyes. Not just my tits or my thighs, he drank in all of me, every inch of me that other men were repulsed to look at.

The swell of my belly, the expanse of my wide hips, the rolls and ripples of real, touchable flesh.

My plus-sized body laid out like a fucking altar, and he stood before me as if he were the only god who ever mattered.

“So soft ,” he growled, kneeling onto the bed, dragging that monstrous body over mine, his breath hot against my neck. “So sweet. You were made for my hands, Red. For my cock. For my teeth.”

His tongue, long, thick, and textured, spilled from his mouth and slid across my collarbone.

My skin burned where it touched. It wasn’t just wet.

It was slick , heavy with saliva that left a glistening trail behind.

He groaned low in his throat, pressing his nose into my cleavage as if he needed to breathe me in just to stay sane.

Then his tongue moved lower. Across the top swell of my breast and over the curve, before gliding down to the nipple.

I gasped when the tip curled around it, slow and deliberate, teasing the stiff bud with lazy, wet circles.

He lapped at it, then dragged his tongue flat across the whole mound before slurping the nipple between his thick lips, forming suction and groaning as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

I moaned, arching back involuntarily and gaining a knowing chuckle from him.

“Fuck, Red,” he breathed. “You taste like hot candy and fire. A treat the woods kept hidden just for me.”

His claws grazed the underside of my breasts, playing with the weight of them, flicking my other nipple with enough pressure to make me cry out, body twisting under him. He slurped harder, then pulled off with a pop, drool trailing between his lips and my skin.

My entire body was trembling. And he had barely even touched me yet.

“I could spend hours here,” he rumbled, licking a trail between my breasts, then lower, with slow and agonizing strokes. “Worshipping this body… every curve, every inch. But that pussy’s calling me. Can you feel it Red? Can you feel how it screams my name? How it begs for my mouth?”

“No,” I shook my head, watching terrified as he crawled down between my thighs, spreading them with his wide shoulders, his claws teased the sensitive skin just above my mound.

I gripped the leather straps tight, I could feel my arousal pooling beneath me, soaking the sheets, dripping down the crease of my ass.

“You’re drenched,” he growled. “You know that? Slick and puffy and fucking ready to eat . ”

He pressed his nose to my core and inhaled, slowly and deeply. “Gods, yes. That’s it. That’s the scent I’ll chase for the rest of my life. You smell like surrender.”

His tongue swiped once, a lazy, filthy lick right through the center of my folds, the rough texture dragging over my clit just enough to make my back arch and my breath stutter.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “So creamy and hot. Such a little tart with the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

“Rael,” I whimpered, straining against the ropes.

“I love the way you rut in the air, little Red” he said with a grin, tongue flicking my clit. “Your body seems to like me. Begging me to touch it. Did you need this, Red? Did you need a monster like me to satisfy you?”.

I did .

And then… fuck …he slid a thick, calloused, clawed finger inside me.

He was gentle but it didn’t matter. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

The sharp point dragged over that perfect, swollen spot inside me and I screamed, legs shaking, eyes rolling back in my head.

And he chuckled darkly, watching my body jerk.

“Sensitive little cunny,” he purred, curling his finger again, licking me with his tongue as he flicked my clit over and over. “Look at how tight you are. Gripping me so tight. Don’t you let me go, Red.”

My thighs quivered as tears burned my eyes. “Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please let me cum.”

“It’s not that easy, Red. I need to take my time with you. I want to play with you.”

His voice was smoke and grit, curling into the deepest parts of me and lighting every nerve on fire.

“No, please,” I gasped, my voice a trembling mess. “Haven’t you waited long enough?”

“Good point,” he snarled.

A second finger breached me. This one thicker, rougher, his claw carefully curved so I felt every scrape of it. My spine arched. My legs kicked against the leather straps that bound me. I could barely breathe as my pussy clenched, soaking his padded fingers, fluttering helplessly around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a year, little Red. Waiting to touch you. To have you writhing beneath me.”

He bit down on my earlobe, dragging the sharp edge of his teeth over the tender flesh. The jolt of pain made me flinch yet brought a pulse of pleasure with it. My head snapped back, a sound I didn’t recognize, tore from my throat. It was a half desperate sob, and half a submissive moan.

“Fight me, Red,” he growled, his voice thick with command. “Make it worth my wait. Force me to take it from you.”

And without thinking, I did as he commanded.

I bucked against him, twisting hard against the restraints.

My body undulated, trying to throw him off, trying to escape even though we both knew I couldn't even if I wanted to.

My hips slipped against the hard slope of his furred thigh, my muscles slick from the heat of his skin.

My cunt dragged against him, wet and needy, every nerve ending raw as my clit caught on the edge of that thick ridge.

I screamed, more animal than woman, as my own movements betrayed me, grinding my pussy on his thigh, trying to relieve the pressure.

He didn’t stop me. He just let me thrash and squirm against him. Simply watching me, panting, like some dog in heat. His claws dug into my hips just enough to sting, and making sure I felt him holding me captive in some way. It should have scared me but instead, it enticed me.

My tits bounced with every thrash of my body, the cool air teasing my nipples to hard peaks. His eyes tracked the movement looking hungry, glowing with that impossible, otherworldly red. But now, that glow deepened, darker than blood, pulsing with something far more dangerous than lust.

Possession .

I snarled, biting into his arm, tasting the burn of his skin, and still he groaned, deep and pleased. His cock throbbed hard against my belly, and his arms tightened as he pulled me closer, my bound wrists tugging taut as he shifted his grip.

“You obey even when you fight,” he rumbled, dragging his nose along my throat. “You were made for this.”

I twisted, desperate to escape him, desperate for him . I slammed my hip into him. Then, trembling, I twisted again and bit down on my own flesh, needing to ground myself, needing to feel something that wasn’t just helpless euphoria.

He growled at the sight, the sound low and reverent, as if the blood rising beneath my teeth belonged to him .

And maybe it did.

Suddenly his teeth were on me, biting down on my hip and I cried out. That cross between pleasure and pain emanating between us.

His teeth punctured me, and I jolted as blood spilled from the wound. His claws held me still as his tongue stroked over it, slowly healing it.

When I turned my face toward him, I noticed his breathing was harsher and his eyes had grown darker.

He licked his lips as he rose to his knees and yanked me upward like I weighed nothing.

My back arched, legs falling wide open as he dragged me down his chiseled body, making sure my juices coated his chest and abs.

He propped me over his thighs, the thick ropes of muscle beneath me flexing as I straddled him, bound wrists still held me suspended as he tugged on the chord, shortening it.

His cock was massive , red, veined and pulsing deeply between us.

It rested heavily against my belly. It was hot and leaking, having a mind of its own as it brushed against the wet lips of my cunt, feeling like a threat and a promise all at once.

“I will take my time with you,” he whispered, voice vibrating straight into my spine. “But first… I want to watch you beg.”

My body trembled, still bound as my thighs spread wide, my pussy dripping against his furred thighs. But something inside me, something sharp and furious reared its ugly head.

“No.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.

He stilled and a beat passed, the tension in the room charged with menace.

“You dare defy me again?” he said softly, his voice cracking in the silence.

“I’m not your toy. I’m not some prize you get to break.”

His mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something crueler. Darker. “You’re not broken, Red. Not yet. But you will be.”

I held his gaze, even as my body betrayed me. It became slick and began to shake. The more threatening he became the more needy I got. He was right. I’d become desperate, like some bitch in heat.

“I won’t beg,” I said, quieter this time, but the defiance was still there.

His claws dragged lightly down my ribs, slow enough to make my skin burn. “You already are,” he said. “With every breath. With every twitch of your cunt around nothing. Every time you don’t scream for me to stop.”

“I want to hate you.”

“Good,” he growled. “Hate me. Fight me. That makes it so much better.”

He leaned forward, his snout inches from mine, and I couldn’t stop the way my breath hitched. I hated the way my body responded to him, the way my thighs clenched tighter, the way I ached for friction, for release, for him .

But I need to keep control. I need to survive this.

“Why me?” I demanded. “Why follow me? Why stalk me like some crazed animal?”

His hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, not hurting, just holding. Controlling. His thumb dragged across my jaw as he studied me with those glowing eyes that never blinked.

“Because something in you called to me,” he said, low and raw. “Because you don’t belong in that soft world of theirs, with their fake love and their sad little rules. You belong here. In the dirt. In the dark. You belong to me.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to belong to anyone.”

“But you do,” he said, voice tightening. “You’ve been mine since the first time I scented you. Since your blood touched the Hollow. Since the moment your dreams stopped being your own and you started seeing me.”

My breath caught.

He knew.

He knew about the dreams.

“You were inside my head,” I whispered. “All those nights... I thought I was going crazy.”

“You were. You were going crazy for me .”

My heart slammed against my ribs as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“You think this is about fucking, Red? You think this is about getting off? No . This is about claiming. It’s about the mark.

Sealing a bond that is meant for us. I didn’t want this either.

I was happy living on my own. I didn’t choose this or you. You were chosen for me.”

“What happens if I refuse?”

His growl came out deep and full of pain. “Then I suffer. And so do you. And eventually, the Blood Moon eats us both alive.”

I searched his face and paused as I saw the torment behind the hunger, and the fury hiding behind the fear.

I knew he was telling me the truth. He didn’t just want me.

He needed me. And that was more terrifying than anything.

Because I could feel the truth of it in my blood, in my bones, in the part of me that no longer felt fully human.

“You’re mine, Red,” he said again. Not a demand. Not a threat. A fact.

I looked into his eyes, trembling, wet and furious, still aching, still confused.

“I’ll never stop fighting you,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I know,” he said. “That’s why you’re perfect.”

He reached down and wrapped a fist around his cock. “This is what you do to me, Red. This is me going crazy for you.”

I bit down on my lip, holding back a moan. He slid me slightly back across his thighs, so I was sitting at the edge of his knees, in a cowgirl position. He pushed me back just enough, so my pussy was exposed. I leaned back, hanging on the leather straps, and I watched him.

Taking the base of his thick, long appendage, he flicked his wrist and spanked my pussy with the thick shaft, the wet slap echoing in the room, my clit caught on the head, and it sent pleasure through me.

“You want to cum, Red?”

I nodded desperately.

“Then you’d better tell me, “He growled, rubbing his cock through my folds, spreading my swollen wet lips, teasing my entrance. “Tell me what you want. Use that pretty mouth. Say it. Beg for this knot.”

He stroked again, letting the head of his cock nudge my clit. He slid it down and pressed it to my opening… then pulled away.

My body pulsed around nothing . And I sobbed as I tried to gain some semblance of reality. I pulled against the restraints still trying to fight him, and still he teased.

“Say it,” he whispered against my lips. “Tell me what you need, Red.”

And I finally broke. My defiance forgotten.