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The beast’s head tilted to the side without expression. I didn’t think hecouldhave an expression. Teeth bared at me, the extra, extra large incisors at the top and bottom of his muzzle slicing fear through my heart.

The light from the glowing strands of fur and eyes blazed bright and glinted off those sharp canine fangs. They came down at me . . . and a tongue flicked out to drag across my eyes.

I went rigid.

The wet, long, and velvety tongue collected the droplets, but they continued spilling through my scrunched eyes.

It felt . . . soothing? I curled my fingers, trying to keep my hands to myself when all I wanted to do was shove him back. This felt too odd, not natural but I forced myself to stay still, to prove to him that I would keep my word and let him do what he wanted to me. Even if it meant my death.

FOUR

FENRIR

Why wasshe leaking from her face? What smell was this? I flared my nose as I tasted the water coming from her eyes.

The taste spread on my tongue and a shiver coasted down my spine to my tail. I shook my fur. Even the agony of my cuts did nothing to take away from the pleasure the taste of her liquid gave me.

I lapped her face, collecting the moisture tracing down her small, flat muzzle. She did not move under me, keeping still as if knowing I would rip her throat out if she twitched. After collecting the rest of the moisture with my tongue, it stopped coming.

“More,” I snarled. She startled, a harsh breath exploding from the fleshiness framing her blunt teeth. I sniffed and dipped my head to follow the deliciousness.

There was more of the taste here. I slid my tongue inside her odd human muzzle, licking and tasting her. I didn’t understand this moisture she leaked, but she tasted delicious. Like the crisp woods I had smelled when I escaped the torment of my captivity.

She made a sound, and it vibrated against my tongue. Her little hands gripped my horning.

I stiffened, baring my teeth in her face. She flinched and let me go, cowering below me. Such a small human. All humans were nothing compared to my size, but this one seemed smaller than the ones I had encountered. I curled my lip at the thought of them. Unlike any I had seen, she held extra flesh in her legs and midsection. I could never understand how they survived with such weak, fragile bodies. Not even fur protected them. Preposterous.

Humans were nothing in a fight against a creature, and I’d eaten my fair share of them. I did not need her acceptance to feed on her flesh, but my injuries weakened me, and I did not want to expose myself to another fight. I would not risk capture.

My captivity began so long ago . . . if I hadn’t been weakened by my fight with the pack of Arbols, those humans would have never caught me as a youngling.

I had not been slain, instead, I’d woken chained and bleeding on a table.

They’d sliced through my gut and torso multiple times. I watched in agony as they rifled through my insides and then stitched me up—too many times to count. Used forscientificreasons, I’d heard them say. I flexed my claws, slicing the ground.

If I did not heal quickly, I could not reign destruction upon them as they deserved. I wanted to do it soon.

I sneered and the girl flinched, her arms wrapped around her torso, over the plump extra flesh—the bits that female humans had. This one had an excess from what I had seen of the others.

I lowered my muzzle and tasted her neck with slow, gliding laps. Her death was calling. I’d sink my teeth into her and feed on her entrails.

It would not be enough to immediately garner strength, but—my nose twitched. A tantalizing scent curled to my nose.

A succulence I had only ever scented on her invaded my senses. Where was it coming from? I breathed in deeper, following it. Lower and lower until I pressed my nose between her hind legs.

Here. I inhaled deeper, sucking in the sweetness perfuming off her skin. Causing a hunger so violent it caused my cock to twitch within my slit.

A growl vibrated my diaphragm, and I sniffed her into my lungs.

“What are you doing?” She squealed in a high-pitched voice, grating on my ears. I flicked them to rid the irritation and shoved my nose harder against the warmth between her legs. She jolted as if I’d struck my claws into her throat. I would devour this smell, claim it, own it until the female died. I would begin my feast here.

She gripped my horning again and I snarled in warning. She let go hastily, thumping onto her back, staring down at me with wide eyes. My glow cast over her features.

I delved under the fabric covering what I wanted, and fortunately, the weak, thin skin of her legs was already bare to me. Another tight fabric covered the scent, and I snarled. Her legs trembled as I opened my maw over the covered flesh between her legs.

“W-what are you doing? Those are my underwea—” I yanked the fabric. The taste of blood coated my tongue, and she screeched. A thin line bled from my fang catching the flesh above the area I sought.

Upon her being bared, the potency of her scent hit me. I groaned gutturally. The fur on my back stood and a shiver coasted down my spine. I lowered my head, needing to get closer, but her legs slammed together.

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