Page 15 of Insatiable

Chapter Ten

I bolted, my legs barely holding me up as I stumbled down the hallway. Each breath burned my throat—sharp and desperate—but the sound behind me sent chills down my spine. The slow, deliberate scraping of claws against the walls. He was in no hurry—he didn’t need to be. His movements had the confidence of something that knew exactly how this would end.

I skidded into the living room, my heart thudding against my ribs. I pressed into a corner, hoping to disappear into the shadows, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t matter.

The footsteps grew louder, heavier with each step. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring it, dragging it out like a sadistic game. My stomach churned with dread, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the terror gripping my body. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

But even with my eyes shut, I knew he had found me. It was like he could smell my fear, could sense exactly where I was huddled in the corner. He was coming closer—I could feel it in the thick, suffocating air. I braced myself, waiting for the attack, but it never came.

Cautiously, I cracked my eyes open, just a sliver, and what I saw stopped my heart.

The Creeper knelt in front of me, his glowing yellow eyes fixated on me with a strange curiosity. His towering form cast ashadow over everything. I was trembling, my body betraying me with uncontrollable shakes. If he could smell fear, like Alex had said, I was drenched in it.

He inched forward, his gaze never leaving mine. Then, with deliberate slowness, he opened his mouth. My breath hitched as a long, forked tongue slid out. Cold dread shot through me. He leaned in, his tongue reaching out to graze my face, leaving a wet, icy trail.

I braced for whatever horror was coming, but instead of attacking, he pulled back. I felt the shift in the air as he moved away, as if he was… waiting, watching me. Testing me.

A surge of panic raced through my veins. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The instinct to do something, anything, to break the suffocating tension took over. My hand fumbled around, desperate to grab something—anything. It landed on the slipper on my right foot, my fingers curling around the soft leather. Without thinking, I took it off and hurled it at him.

It was a reflex—an act of sheer, desperate fear. But the second it left my hand, I realized how ridiculous it was. This wasn’t some stray dog I could scare off with a shoe. He wasn’t some tiny animal that would flinch at my slipper. He was a creature—a monster. Immense, terrifying, and entirely unbothered by the feeble attempt.

The slipper hit his shoulder with a dull thud, barely making an impact. For a moment, he stilled, his glowing yellow eyes narrowing as he looked down at the harmless thing I had thrown at him. I held my breath, heart racing, as he reached down and picked it up.

He brought the slipper to his face, inhaling deeply. His nose brushed against the fabric, almost tenderly, like he was savoring the scent. It was so bizarre, so wrong. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t look away. There was no anger, no threat in his movements, just this unnerving fascination with the object I had thrown at him.

My mind spun, trying to process what was happening. It was almost like he didn’t see my desperate move as an attack, but as something… interesting. His reaction wasn’t rage or fury. It was intrigue.

He tossed the slipper aside, barely sparing it a glance, and his focus snapped back to me. His glowing eyes drifted downward, locking onto my chest. The damp stains on my shirt were fully visible. Panic flooded my veins as he leaned in, his head lowering toward me like he was catching a scent that drew him closer. His nose brushed the fabric, and I pressed myself harder against the wall, praying it would swallow me.

His lips parted, and he licked them, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the moment.

I hugged my knees tighter, hoping it would make him stop,but it didn’t. His cold hand gripped my knees, pulling them apart with terrifying ease. I was frozen, paralyzed by fear as he leaned closer.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the air, hunger gleaming in his yellow eyes.

Without warning, he tore my shirt open. The fabric tore,and the cool air hit my skin where the stain had spread. His fingers hovered over my skin, gathering the milk that had leaked out. Then, he brought them to his mouth. The moment he tasted it, his eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned—a deep, gutturalsound that sent a chill through me. It wasn’t just satisfaction. It was like he had tasted something sacred. Something euphoric.

That was my chance.

With all my strength, I kicked him hard in the gut. For a moment, I thought I had a chance—a slim shot at freedom. I scrambled to get up, but my foot caught on the sharp shard of the broken vase, pain shooting through me like fire. I screamed before I could stop myself. The Creeper was on me in an instant, his claws wrapping around me with an iron grip. Then, with a powerful flap of his wings, we were airborne.

The world spun around me as the wind whipped past, cold and cutting. My heart pounded in my chest as he carried me deeper into the mansion, my body hanging limply in his arms, helpless. He crashed us into a room—a ballroom, it looked like—setting me down on the cold, hard floor. I shivered as the chill of the stone seeped into my skin, but he knelt beside me, his glowing eyes focused on my wound.

I watched in stunned silence as he carefully removed the shard from my foot. His touch was surprisingly delicate, his movements precise. He tore a strip of fabric from a nearby curtain and tied it tightly around my ankle, securing the makeshift bandage. His actions confused me—why help me when he had just been hunting me?

But before I could process it, I saw the change in his eyes. That hunger. His gaze shifted from my wound to my chest, where the dark circles from my leaking breasts stained my shirt. His breathing quickened. I could feel it—the heat between us, the predatory intensity in his eyes. My stomach clenched with fear, but my body refused to move.

He moved closer, his breath brushing against my skin. His hands were on me before I could react, gripping my shirt and tearing it open. Cold air hit my skin as he exposed my chest, his eyes locking onto the wet stains. My heart raced, terror flooding me, but my body responded differently. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste me.

Before I could scream, his mouth latched onto my breast, his teeth lightly grazing my nipple before he began to suck, pulling at me with greedy, deliberate force. My body jolted at the contact, a shock of fear and sensation rushing through me. His grip was firm, holding me in place as he drank from me, his mouth hungry and eager, swallowing the milk as it flowed.

I wanted to push him away, to fight, but my body betrayed me. My breaths came in short, shaky bursts as his other hand tore at my dress, ripping the fabric until it hung loosely on my shoulders. His claws retracted just before he shredded my panties, and I whimpered as cool air brushed against my exposed skin. His fingers, now smooth and sure, moved with terrifying precision as they slid between my legs.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop him, but he forced them apart easily. His fingers slipped between my folds, brushing against my clit with surprising care. I whimpered, my mind screaming to stop, but my body... my body reacted. A wave of unwanted pleasure hit me, and I hated myself for it—hated how his touch made heat pulse through me. He switched to my other breast, sucking harder, each pull of his mouth sending jolts straight to my core. I gasped, my hips lifting without my control, betraying my thoughts.

His mouth stayed on my breast, sucking with deep hunger, his tongue flicking over my sensitive nipple while his fingers rubbed my clit with calculated intent. My skin burned underhis touch, every nerve on edge, torn between fear and desire. His fingers moved lower, sliding inside me with ease, his thumb still pressing on my clit. I shuddered, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers curled inside me, finding the spot that sent sparks through my body.

I didn’t want to enjoy it, didn’t want to give in—but I couldn’t stop it. His mouth kept pulling at my breast, his sucking growing more intense as his fingers worked inside me, stroking my walls while rubbing my clit. Pleasure surged through me, overwhelming everything else. I moaned, my muscles tightening as heat built between my legs. His fingers pumped deeper, faster, and I cried out as my body convulsed, an orgasm crashing through me, leaving me trembling and helpless beneath him.

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