Chapter 14 - Lash
If she fed on my frustration, she would have long been sated.
Instead it rolls in my guts like rotten meat, souring every breath as I lope through the humid night.
My nose leads me to an abandoned grove, smothered in the scent of smaller prey.
“Here. Eat. I will as well.” Crouching, I let her slide off my side.
Her naked body nearly glows in the dim light of the half-hidden moon. A beacon to the lust throbbing in my loins.
“Don’t even think about it,” she grumbles, moving to a heavily laden plum tree. “Remember what I said.”
I want her to beg for me.
The thought of her on her hands and knees, thrusting that round ass up into the air while she whines and wiggles is more alluring than just chasing my own climax.
“I’ll make you want it.” A flicker of movement has my ears moving on their own towards a doe across the clearing. “I’ll be back.”
Chasing the deer is invigorating. My first real chase since being captured.
It falls easily with a swipe from my claws at the fragile hind legs.
Finding such a fat morsel is a rarity back home. Perhaps the concentration of my kind is still too high to maintain?
There are still plenty of humans. Access is the key.
Ripping into the soft bowels, I pull out the liver but pause mid bite.
I should save some of this for my mate.
Is that what she is?
With a savage bite, I rend a chunk of shoulder from the carcass and gulp it down.
When I finish gorging myself, I find her sitting cross-legged near an idling stream with a small pile of fruit next to her.
“I brought you this.” The bloody organ drips on her leg as I hold it out.
Her nose wrinkles. “Thanks. I don’t have any way to cook it.”
“Eat. It’s the best part.” Drool leaks from my jaws from the rich smell of her glistening pussy.
She drops her chin and squints at me. “You look like you want it.”
A growl escapes me. “I want you more. Eat.”
“Gosh, look at you being all romantic.” Her abs convulse and she fights a gag when she takes the hunk of slimy flesh from me.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she crams the liver into her mouth and swallows quickly.
“Fucking gross.” A shiver runs through her and she pushes to her feet. Stepping gingerly over the smooth stones, she wades into the creek and starts washing the stains from her pale skin.
It makes her nipples bead as if they’re calling to me.
“You’re wiping my scent.” Squatting on the bank, my cock pushes from my sheath, ready to replenish.
As if to defy me, she moves deeper into the water, shivering as she lowers herself.
“Don’t worry, you stink enough for both of us.” Her wet middle finger raises before she turns away.
Anger swells in my chest. The urge to press her under until she stops struggling wars with my desire to have her want me.
Then I glance down to see chunks of gore matted into my fur.
Damn her. She’s right.
Padding into the chilly pool, I scrub off the clinging bits. Raking my claws through the longer guard hairs to dislodge the grime, I hate to admit that I’ve grown too accustomed to the dank odors of the creature I’ve become.
“Did I get it all?” I raise to my full height and twist to give her a better view.
She sniffs the air and nods, then dunks her wild blonde hair beneath the surface.
When she rises, it’s plastered to her skull and shoulders in amber rivulets, catching the reflection of the waning moon.
Mate.
Patience.
“What do I call you?” She wipes the cascading droplets from her arms and moves towards the shore. “I never knew my monster’s name until after he was dead.”
The way she says it is flat, unbothered.
Yet a wave of arousal perfumes the air.
Jealousy tints my reply. “Lash.”
I have never mused over her name before now. “And you?”
“Like you care.” Her blue eyes flash as she scoops up her fruit pile.
Shaking off the loose water, I leap to the dry earth next to her. “I do. I want you as mine. Show me how to earn your trust.”
Her brows furrow and she tilts her head. “Jenny,” she finally mutters around a mouthful of succulent plum.
Another shiver works through her and she hugs her knees to her chest.
My fur is nearly dry, the water cooked out by my body heat.
“Jenny.” The word flows around my canines in an exhale. “Let me.” Slinking to all fours, I curl around her huddled form.
At first she stays in a tight ball, but then slowly relaxes and burrows into the warmth of my side.
She lets out a sigh signaling her surrender, then pushes my arm to cover her.
A low rumble vibrates from my chest as I pull her closer.
Human words can’t express this irrational urge to melt into her.
I’ve never felt this drive to covet another.
Own.
Protect.
I don’t want to take her any more.
I want her to give.