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I could feel myself being brought to climax.
And then the beast withdrew his cock from my pussy. He didn’t pull out for long, and before I could even catch my breath, his hot dick pressed against my tight asshole.
With one powerful thrust, he was inside me. I howled in shock, his girth only allowing him to penetrate me halfway. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad.
I felt so dirty. I felt so violated. I felt so wrong.
Yet my body also was willing.
I kept grinding against him, keeping his cock wedged inside me, my ass so blissfully full. I ground against him, hoping that somehow, just maybe, I could take him all inside me.
The primal took over.
The primal became me just as it was part of my hunter.
The primal won.
Primal fucking. Wild, animalistic fucking. And I loved it.
I hated it.
I loved it again.
It filled me with shame. So much fucking shame.
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he slowed down, the power of his thrusts diminishing. I whimpered in protest, wanting him to continue. I loved the way he was fucking me. Buthe stopped. He pulled out completely, and my body shuddered in disappointment.
He didn’t say anything, but I could hear his heavy breathing as he yanked his pants back on. I rolled over onto my back to stare up at his stag mask, trying to find a hint of expression in the hollow sockets of the bone. Something that might tell me what was going through his mind.
There was nothing.
There were so many shadows, the darkness cloaking him in disguise even more than the mask did.
He hunched down beside me, his fingers touching my cheek. I flinched, unsure of what he was going to do.
Would he slap me?
Would he hurt me?
Slowly, softly, he traced the line of my jaw with his gloved hand, tilting my head up toward his. My pulse grew faster, my breath coming out in short, excited pants. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t even know how to feel.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
He was gone…
Chapter 15
Locke
If I dove into the waves below, would the Kraken be there to catch me?
I asked myself this question every single night after I watched her. After I stood in the shadows stalking Storee Brooks like she was nothing but prey.
Once she was inside, tucked away safely, I’d stand on the edge of a cliff, staring down below feeling nothing but guilt and shame for the feelings I had for her. For the addiction I couldn’t fight.
I had to watch. I had to keep her safe. There were no other choices.
