Page 5 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)

I dreamt of red hair clutched in my claws, of her soft belly pressed to the soft moss-covered ground, her round, plush ass in the air for me, of chasing her until she couldn’t run anymore and then flipping her onto her back and fucking her with such savage intensity that the trees shook.

My cock throbbed and leaked through the dreams, every dream ended with me deep inside her, knot swollen, her nails digging into my back, her cries echoing through the woods.

My body was burning in heat that had no outlet, no mercy.

I woke every night in a sticky mess of my own making, panting, growling, snarling at shadows that were not there, and yet, no amount of jerking off sufficed.

It became a sickness. An obsession. She haunted my days and my nights, and I couldn’t stop myself from visiting her, or from watching.

I memorized the sound of her laughter, wanting to trap it and keep it for myself.

Her dark eyes sent a thrill down my spine; her thick thighs and the sway of her hips drove me mad.

The way she bit her bottom lip when she read alone in the garden.

Every single piece of her fed the beast inside me.

She was meant for me. And I needed her in the Hollow.

I needed her where the red moon could witness my marking her.

Where the magic could pull her open and ready.

Where I could take her, the way I wasn’t allowed to take anyone else.

So, I waited.

I watched.

And I planned.

The grandmother still had a connection to the Veil.

I could smell it on her. A tether like silk, delicate but unbreakable.

I pushed her closer to it every time she came near the woods, guiding her without touch, whispering through the trees, luring her deeper until she crossed again.

I had learned magic throughout the years, more so after I left my home in the Hollow.

It took time, but I had mastered a few things, including being everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Eventually, the old woman came. And she left the message.

And the girl…

My girl…

She followed.

Without knowing, she stepped through the veil and entered my realm, my world.

Her red cloak did something to me. Something twisted.

She was supposed to be innocent. She was supposed to be afraid.

But she had moved through my woods like a flame, pure temptation, completely oblivious to who or what was waiting for her.

When I caught her scent, it hit me hard.

It was raw and thick, soaked in heat and confusion and the first bitter bite of arousal.

Her scent was wildflowers mixed with ripe fruit, and a slick, desperate need that ran through my veins.

I could almost taste the slick dew between her thighs.

My cock surged to life so hard and fast I snarled out loud as my knot instantly swelled, claws sinking into the tree bark as my balls pulled tight and a trickle of precum smeared the inside of my thigh.

The scent of ripe virginal cunt surrounded her, and that fruit…my favorite. Strawberries.

She smelled like… my mate .

The moon screamed through my blood. My body arched as magic surged up my spine, a wave of power so ancient and visceral, it nearly knocked me to the forest floor.

I dropped to one knee, panting, clawing at the dirt while my cock pulsed, veins bulging, the head dripping with anticipation.

My knot began to throb, fat and angry, begging for a cunt to stretch.

I’d never felt it so violently. So viciously.

This wasn’t a hunt anymore. I was being forced to mark her.

Commanded to fucking claim her.

I needed to tear her open and fill her with so much of my seed that she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but the way it felt to be knotted by a monster.

The poor, innocent thing didn’t even know it yet.

She didn’t know she’d been chosen. Her skin already carried the scent of my claim, and that ache between her legs was the beginning of her undoing.

I watched her walk into my woods, her heart hammering, her breath catching on the weight of a predator she couldn’t see but felt just beneath her skin.

Every step she took deeper into the woods was a step leading her to me .

I played with her, lured her deeper into my arms. She was my mate, a gift sent to me by the Blood Moon, and she would learn that this was her fate.

I chased her, thrilling in the hunt. And I could smell her lust. It coated my tongue so sweetly, making it almost unbearable to think. She had no idea what she had awoken in this monster.

And now?

Now she was on her knees in the soft dirt, beneath the Blood Moon. Here, as an offering from the veil, meant solely for me.

Her lips parted, her pupils dilated, cheeks red, her breath ragged from the run, and her thighs sticky with her arousal.

She was trembling because deep down, she wanted this, and that thought frightened her. And she was about to taste the cock she’d been dreaming about. The one made to stretch her, to knot her, to satisfy her until her soul forgot who she used to be.

She was on her knees, ready and waiting to taste me .