Vivian #2
Was it wrong that I… didn’t want to go inside?
I wanted to stay here, knowing that Theo was in control of the situation.
Fleeing would only remind me of the terror I’d experienced when alone.
Besides—some small, twisted part of me wanted to see him in action.
Know this part of him. See his guardianship love language come to life.
And if it was too much, I could always change my mind and run… right?
I knew one thing for certain—I would never hide in that fucking hole in the ground again. The warm starshine on my skin was a reminder that I wasn’t there trapped, alone, and terrified. It grounded me.
His expression was pleading as he pushed his denim down.
Why was he stripping to his underwear? My strange, misplaced arousal didn’t mind the view.
I was a little horrified by how I was reacting, but maybe I’d just unlocked a new tier of perversion as a souvenir of my trauma.
Someone was about to try to kidnap me, and Theo was going to end them for it.
And that turned me on… which was pretty fucked up.
These complicated, twisted feelings had my heart ready to explode.
And I was still looking to Theo as the solution.
“Fuck,” he growled as the voices grew closer. “Just… stay away, alright?” he begged.
And then, his body started changing. His tattoos darkened, their true black colors bleeding from beneath his skin.
He blinked obsidian. The flesh surrounding his lips and eyes revealed their dark veins.
Sharp points of fangs peeked under his parted lips.
His entire body began to grow. Nothing like how I’d seen him bulk up before, but into something truly monstrous.
The briefs that hung loose moments ago were skin-tight over his swelling muscles.
He was stretching taller. Eight feet tall…
nine feet tall! His muscular calves shifted forward, ankle joint moving up, further from his feet.
His center of gravity shifted forward. He bent over, two hands supporting his weight on their knuckles. Like a bull ready to charge.
He was massive. Inhuman. Terrifying. And when those black eyes turned to look at me one last time, I knew the deadliest being in the forest would make sure our home was forever protected.
As the tops of heads became visible over the feathery wheat, he tore across the field on his hands and feet, rising to full height once reaching my prospective kidnappers.
“Holy shit!” and “Shoot!” were the only words I could make out before the first man was taken down in a single swipe of a hand. I sat at our picnic, wide-eyed as the problem was resolved quickly.
There wasn't a fight, but a slaughter. My heart was thundering, and every misfired zap of terror was going straight between my thighs. There should be many things more arousing than watching a man tear people limb from limb for my safety, but none came to mind.
It was over as quickly as it began. Against all logic, I walked towards Theo before the last man was fully dead. He was absolutely no threat to me.
Theo stood back to his full height and turned, his dark eyes widening at my approach.
He stumbled a step back, shoulders caving in, his bulk deflating.
The deadly titan before me looked self-conscious about his grandeur.
He didn’t want me to see him like this. Fully feral.
It was looked down upon in his culture, his natural form represented unhinged violence and rage.
“Stop,” I whispered, resting a palm on his black-striped arm. “Let me love this version of you too.”
Theo stared at me for a long moment. When he spoke his voice was familiar, but raw. Deep. A loud whisper that penetrated my bones like thunder quaking the ground. “You want me to stay like this?”
“Does that bother you?”
He blinked slowly. “No.”
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Healing him would always be my first priority. I glanced past him to the four men he’d just dispatched. A group of creatures was already gathering along the field border, waiting for their meal.
“I’m not hurt.” He was dampening his voice, it was restrained and somewhat tight. He’s probably never had a conversation in this form before.
I scanned the body of my god. A male suitably mated to his goddess.
Ignoring the slight smears of red, I ran my palms up his rough skin.
He tilted his head down to watch me. I traced my fingers upwards, finding his strong jaw—so capable of devouring me—and cupped it tenderly in my palms. He was beautiful.
“Everything is too much, Theo,” I explained, barely able to hear my own voice over my heart pounding in my ears. “Can you help me silence it?”
His brow furrowed between his horns. Confusion? It was hard to read his expression when it was this inhuman, but I knew he was thinking hard about the right thing to do. Doing the “correct” thing was always on his mind.
I reached for one of his hands. Their grooves were coarse, perfect for gripping and dismembering, as I’d just seen in action. I could barely hold it in both of mine. I slowly brought his palm to span over my breasts.
“Do you understand?” I asked.
“You want to… be touched? While I’m like this?”
“You’re a good male who takes care of his female.” I was intentional about using the terms that would mean the most to him. “And your mate loves every part of you. Will you break me to help me heal?”
I slipped my dress over my head as I spoke, dropping it to the ground.
Fully bare to him in broad daylight and asking for pleasure as an outlet.
A past version of myself would’ve crumbled, but Theo made me feel safe in every way.
He helped me believe I was someone worthy of ravishing after returning from battle.
“It won’t be gentle,” the words were a growl as he traced the back of a large knuckle over my skin, so faintly we barely touched. Was he worried about breaking me, now that I’d proven to be fragile?
“I don’t want it to be. And, if it’s okay, I won’t be gentle either.”
“Vivian.” His chest rumbled pleasantly. “Darling, please try to hurt me if it’ll help you feel better.”
The “try to” rang true, because there was no fucking way I could hurt him while he was like this.
“Give me a ten second head start, and trust that if there’s anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you.” I stroked a thumb over one of his horns. Even hunched over as he was, I could barely reach his forehead. “You do the same. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Try me.” He grinned a mouthful of sharp teeth, his blackened eyes glinting.
My heart raced with anticipation. Finally, an outlet. He looked like a monster, and I was about to release my own from my chest.
“Ten,” he warned.
Oh shit. Time to run. I was about to be hunted down by something far scarier than my enemies. Once I was caught, I would be fucked. Hard. Relentlessly.
Just when I felt like the thrill was too much—threatening to switch me back to numbness—I turned on my heels and ran.
“Nine.”
I sprinted for my alcove. What was about to happen couldn’t occur in our cabin, it’d be too triggering.
I wasn’t fast or graceful. My breasts were sore as they bounced. My lungs burned almost immediately. I welcomed the sensations. They were real, and situationally appropriate, and me.
“Eight.”
I stumbled over a hill of soft green clover, catching myself on my palms. Tiny plants pressed between my spread fingers, tickling my wrists before I pushed myself back to my feet.
“Seven.”
He was no longer trying to quiet his monstrous voice. The sound touched every part of me. Just like he would when I lost the chase.
“Six.”
My eyes pooled with anxiety induced tears, but that was okay. Crying was good. It was more than I’d been able to do for days. This fucked up little game was exactly what I needed.
“Five.”
Would I make it to the alcove? Having a target just out of reach felt exhilarating, even when I had no plan for what I’d do when I reached it. I was vulnerable. Naked and watched, soon to be devoured.
“Four.”
My thighs were slippery as they brushed against each other.
“Three.”
I was so eager to fight, to fuck, to be filled. To feel.
“Two.”
A jolt of primal fear shot through my chest. There was no turning back now. He would be on me in a matter of moments.
“Times up, darling.”