Chapter 9 - Jenny
The barrel almost rests on his long muzzle.
Do I do it?
Can I again?
For years I tormented myself. What would have happened if I had stayed with my monster?
“I did as you asked,” the beast growls. Blood runs down his matted fur to pool between his claws.
I have to escape.
Shouting in the distance makes me glance away.
Pain.
Long teeth snap over my hand, severing muscle and bone with an audible crunch.
Agony drops me to my knees with an arterial spray painting us both in shades of red.
He gags out the gun before he swallows, then flings it behind him into a waste of twisted metal.
“That’s better.” His chest rumbles as he stands, towering over me. His injuries heal as I watch from my knees, clutching the stump of my forearm.
Choking down the stabbing torment of my missing hand, I try to squeeze the jagged end until the pink new flesh stems the bleeding.
His palm jerks out and wraps my throat, raising me until my toes kick only air and I’m staring into his amber eyes.
“Don’t you ever threaten me again, or I’ll chew off your legs. Every fucking time they regrow. You’ll be a worm that I do with what I want, when I want. Understand?” His fetid breath covers me in the bile wrenching stench of fresh bowels.
I can’t even speak, but mouth a weak “okay”.
When his grip tightens and my vision starts to fade, he finally tosses me to the ground.
“You’re mine,” he snaps, then tugs me violently by my hips to his belly.
My feeble kicks fall weakly against his massive hairy thighs as he takes off in a loping run.
Is this going to be my entire life? Going from one prison to the next?
The monotony of his pace makes me give up my pathetic attempt to get away.
A dull ache in my wrist itches as one finger after the next sprouts from the jagged stump. I hate that he knows I’ll heal. It’s a hellish curse.
He puts miles quickly between us and the compound until the heavy haze of dusk settles into the trees.
Dropping me unceremoniously onto a gnarled root, he turns his back on me to drink from a small creek.
Should I run?
“Where are you taking me?” Curling my fresh hand over my knee, I huddle against the trunk of the Ponderosa pine.
Water pulls from his thick jowls like strings, then he wipes them with the knuckles of his broad paw. “To my pack.”
When he faces me, the bright red of his distended cock bobs against the short fur of his abdomen.
My stomach twists as he drops to all fours and menacingly hulks closer.
“You owe me.” The guttural tone rumbles deeply from his wide chest.
Seeing his hard length almost dragging in the dirt, a wave of both nausea and arousal courses through me.
His dark nostrils flare and his pupils swallow his irises.
“Please don’t,” I whisper. But am I speaking to him, or my own body?
Like daggers, his claws dig into the flesh of my shoulder, flipping me over. My mouth and nose fills with the loamy pine needles, half suffocating me as he shreds my pants from my legs.
Furrows of fire rake my thighs with each swipe.
I try to push up, but his enormous weight pins me to the earth. Hot blood pulses between my thighs, pouring from the lengthy gashes he’s ripped into me.
“So quiet,” he growls. His tongue laps at the wounds, a rough bath over the sensitive torn skin. “I guess you’re used to pain.” He grips my hip, forcing my pelvis to tilt up from the ground, and piercing the soft flesh of my belly with his claws.
“I am,” I grunt, grinding my teeth against his onslaught. Years of surgery without anesthesia has me almost numb to any of it.
Well, it really fucking hurts. But I’ve learned how to shove it aside.
Box it up. Ignore it.
But then he sinks his hard cock into me in a single stroke.
Filling my pussy to a depth that bruises.
His groan melts against my ear before his canines latch onto my shoulder.
One forceful thrust grinds me against the root. Then another tears the skin between my breasts from the pressure.
His fingers twist into my hair, jerking my head up until my spine bends painfully.
Please, just get off quickly. Be done with me.
His bite loosens as his hips piston faster. In seconds, the wounds heal, the ache fades.
And the unwanted pleasure begins to bloom deep in my loins with each stroke.
Fuck. No. Don’t.
I can’t control it. I try biting my own lip to stem the pressure that coils inside me.
It’s the beast that speaks to me. Draws out the need.
Lures the passion through the hatred of the creature rutting into me.
His rigid cock rams with such zeal, he forces me over the edge, pushing the first cry from my throat as the shuddering quakes through my limbs uncontrollably.
With a roar, he freezes, buried deep in me to spill his wolfish seed against my throbbing womb, swelling until we’re tied.
Bound.
So different from just a few hours ago with Hudson.
Hudson touched me with reverence.
The creature inside me is fueled by lust.
His possessive hold on me is so much like…my last monster. Alexander.
“You liked it.” The asshole nips at my neck. Then he traces the mark with his tongue.
Softer. Gently.
As if he cares.
My own body spasms through an aftershock from my climax, drawing a matching tremor from him still lodged firmly within me.
“That’s it, little elixir. I’m going to flush out the remains of your cuck. Then you’ll be completely mine.” He rolls his pelvis to push even deeper. “And that scream you make when you come? I’m going to keep you hoarse. Everyone will know who you belong to.”
He loosens his grip on my hair letting me slump against the warm dirt.
By the time his knotted cock softens enough to slide out of me, my wounds have all healed.
“I’m going to kill you.” I can’t hide the tremor in my voice.
That chance has passed. Why didn’t I pull the damn trigger?
His fingers curl, digging those sharp tips into my back, sending another arc of pain…and pleasure rippling through me.
“No you won’t. You know why?” His hot breath works lower between the cheeks of my ass. “I can smell that you want me again.”
I fucking hate that he’s right.