Chapter 2
Griffin
What the fuck?
What. The. Fuck?
I raked my hands through my hair. I could still feel the curve of her waist, her large breasts jiggling as she bounced on my cock.
Chasing the woman—no, creature—away still sat wrong in my gut.
Had I touched something that caused the hallucination? But what about the first part?
My pants lay on the floor, one of the holes still around my leg. My cock was drained and limp now.
If it was a hallucination, it was a damn good one. The wild woman with a mess of inky hair haloing around her face seemed like an ethereal beauty with spears of moonlight shining over her. She seemed unreal; too sexy to be real. Then she’d turned into a panther.
Was I dead?
I yanked my pants up and buttoned them with swift movements. After a quick sweep of the area, I knelt and rolled up my waterproof synthetic blanket, my thoughts drifting back to the wild woman.
I came in seconds, but she hadn’t pushed off me . . . and I didn’t want her to. She was so wet she soaked me. My cock swelled within my breeches.
Panic slithered around my throat, winding tight. The new sensation made me want to shout for that odd woman. To order her to return.
This place is fucking with my head. She was just a hallucination . . .
I shoved the foliage out of the way with more force than needed and looked down at the compass on my watch to track my location.
Once I reached a point high enough for me to find that tree, then I could start making my way out of this odd fucking place.
Or whatever this fever dream was. Yanking on my pack, I started through the jungle again, moving with difficulty without my machete.
Instead of carving a way through, I had to duck and shove while doing my best not to touch anything. A branch snapped, and I stilled to listen. When there was no other sound, I pushed forward. It wasn’t like I had a weapon to fight.
The snap of a branch echoed again.
Was I being followed?