Ivy
I wake up to red eyes hovering over my face. Air whispers out of my mouth where a scream should be. It feels like a nightmare, but I know I'm awake. Conall sleeps beside me and I can't reach for him. I can't move anything.
I've heard of sleep paralysis. It's only occurring to me now that everyone who's had it might have been seeing something real.
The thing above me is black smoke. Red eyes float at its center. As I stare it pulls itself into a shape that's lean and tall, with limbs that are just a little too long.
It reaches down and grabs me. My voice rushes back and a scream tears up my throat. I feel Conall react but I have no time to look.
Cold fingers wrap tight around my ankles and I'm dragged across the floor, clawing for purchase on anything solid.
Then I'm lifted and pulled at a speed that shouldn't be possible, screaming the entire way down the stairs and out the open front door, convinced nothing is going to reach me in time.
Conall is likely still trying to figure out what happened.
I streak down the bluff, across the beach, and into the forest before I'm dropped hard onto the ground.
A flash of green cuts through the smoke. I expect Hound to pass right through it and the thing to keep dragging me deeper into the trees. I don't expect silver blood to hit the dirt. I don't expect the thing to wail.
Hound is brutal, ripping the thing apart until its sounds fade into nothing.
Once the smoke monster is completely still, Hound turns his glowing green eyes back on me. He stalks forward like I might be prey. I might think I was, if not for his cock, long and thick and hard, swaying heavily between his legs as he moves upright toward me.
My breathing is jagged, burning in my chest. The trees rustle around us and the only light comes from the stars, the moon, and Hound's glowing eyes. I’m not filled with sheer terror this time.
I press my thighs together, letting the deep spark there ignite and send shivers down my legs.
Hound’s eyes track the movement. I’m sure he can scent my wet arousal.
I don’t really understand how my body can go from knee-shaking terror to wanting my mate but I’m not about to fight it.
His muscles clench as he moves and I need them on me, surrounding me.
A low growl slices through the night air.
He takes another step forward and then stills.
Ivy. Conall's voice comes through whatever psychic connection that lets us communicate when he's in this form.
You almost being taken was too much. I'm in rut, and my hound is taking over.
If I catch you, I'll claim you in the old ways out here in the woods.
But if you can get back to the cottage, I can fight myself and my hound into submission.
The tension at my core pulls tighter. I'm already making a mess of my underwear. I don't want to go back to the cottage. I want Conall feral and greedy and in his hound form.
"What if I don't?" I ask, feeling surer and more confident than I have in a long time. The beast's green eyes darken as he takes a few steps toward me.
Then you run, little mate. Hound's deeper voice layers over Conall's. And when I catch you, I'll take you. Nothing will stop me.
I swallow hard, but no matter how hard I try to convince myself that the cottage is the safer choice, my body trembles at the thought of being chased, pinned down, and taken by that swaying cock until I'm a wet, whimpering puddle.
Yeah. I'm not going back to the cottage.
I stand. Nothing hurt from the smoke monster attack. “I trust you.” I say aloud. “I want this.”
Hound's face splits into a wide, sharp grin. Run, little mate. Run fast. When I catch you, I'm going to rut you into the dirt and make sure every monster on this island knows you're mine.
That shouldn't make heat pool at my center and my thighs press together, but God, it does.
I take a few steps and stumble. A low growl skitters through the trees.
I glance back. His huge form is still where I left it, teeth gleaming, fists clenched at his sides.
Letting me get a head start, the confident bastard.
I plan on giving him a run for his money.
Aware that I'm still in pajama shorts and a tank top with no bra, and that what we're about to do should not happen in front of anyone, I head for the part of the island I've walked through and never once seen another living soul.
A howl rises from behind me, followed by the heavy fall of paws against dirt.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Adrenaline courses through my system, bringing everything into sharp, tingling focus.
The smell of the forest becomes heady and all-encompassing.
The sticks beneath my feet are sharp and I move to the worn path to avoid cutting myself.
I pump my arms, breaths coming in raw, razor-sharp gasps.
I am not a natural runner, but I'm going to make him work for it.
Part of me whispers to just let him catch me.
I can feel the slick dampening my thighs as the cool night air moves across me.
But the larger part of me wants to make him earn it.
A growl comes from my right. I slip quietly off the path and behind a tree, careful where I step.
I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing.
Pawfalls and snapping branches put Conall to my left now.
I move deeper into the forest, adjusting to every sound, until I reach a small clearing.
The ground is soft moss and grass instead of stones and twigs, and that's when I realize I never had a chance.
I was simply herded to the place he planned on having me all along.
That thought makes me clench on nothing.
This time, I don't hear him coming. The growl hits me from right behind. I whirl around and those big green glowing eyes lock on me from the dark. I try to bolt but he's already got me right where he wants me.
He advances and I trip backwards and land on my bottom. My tits bounce, nipples stiff and tingling in the cool night air.
Hound doesn't wait. He bends, his claws slicing my pajama bottoms away in one smooth rip, and he grasps them tightly in one hand. His hips push forward, sliding that thick hard cock through my slit while his clawed hand digs into the dirt near my head.
I moan loudly and spread my legs wider so he can touch me deeper.
His cock glides slow and heavy over my pussy, teasing my clit, letting me feel every thick ridge rubbing against me.
Fuck, he's so different from Conall in human form. I should have known. Everything about him feels wilder. His cock is nothing like before. There’s a swell at the base of his cock and I stare.
That's my knot little mate. I’m going to fuck it into you.
The head of his cock notches at my entrance and my whole body tightens. His huge warm hand slides down between my breast and over my soft stomach.
Relax. I suck in a deep breath and try to let my muscles go soft.
He answers by pushing the thick head inside me.
My exhale turns into a shaky moan. He pulls back slowly then drives in again, feeding my pussy more of him, inch after slick inch, until he's buried all the way, his heavy balls pressed against the crease of my ass.
I've never been so full. He leans over me, hot breath brushing my neck.
Alright, my mate?
"Move, please," I whine, arching hard and trying to fuck myself up onto his cock, but he grips my hip and holds me in place while he starts thrusting.
The way his ridged cock drags along my walls, stroking that sweet spot deep inside, feels so fucking good. His thrusts getting longer and deeper.
He lets go of my shoulders and I slump, head dropping into the cool soft grass. Hound's hand slides up my side and locks on my throat, pressing me down but not cutting off my air. I barely notice. All I feel is him driving into me, rubbing every sensitive nerve.
My tits bounce with every thrust. His low grunting growls pull the heat tighter in my core. All I can do is fist the grass and moan.
Take my cock, mate. You take it so fucking good. I'm going to rut you so deep you'll feel me in this tight pussy for days.
God, he's right. I meet his thrusts as much as I can as they turn shorter and sharper. One hand slips between us to grind against my clit and that's all it takes. Pleasure slams through me hard. My whole body clamps down around him as I scream into the night, not caring who hears.
Hound keeps thrusting through my orgasm, dragging it out while wave after wave hits me. His rhythm gets short and frantic, the thick knot at his base stretching my entrance with every push.
"I don't know if I can take that," I gasp as it presses in again, working a little deeper before pulling back, teasing me open. It's raw and feral and the hottest thing I've ever wanted.
You can take my knot, little mate. I'm going to bury it deep and flood this snug pussy with my seed.
Thank God for IUDs.
He thrusts again and again, forcing it deeper each time. I've never felt so full. Until the knot finally pops inside and the sudden pressure against every swollen nerve sends me straight into another orgasm. I whimper as my pussy clenches tight around him.
He snarls, leans down, and clamps his jaws around my shoulder. His teeth press firm against my skin without breaking it as he comes hard, pumping me full of hot seed.