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I will claim this mortal for myself and slaughter any other monster foolish enough to dare stand in my way. Inhaling deeply, a low groan rumbles through my fur-covered chest, and I sigh with deep satisfaction. I can smell her on the wind. The scent of her fear is divine, and the tang of her blood is like nothing I’ve ever tasted. It’s the Light that’s been denied me for so long and I will make it mine, no matter the cost.

Faster than most would believe possible, I lumber through the dark, on the leaf-strewn earth one moment, my claws digging into the dirt, and swinging through the gnarled and deformed trees the next. My nocturnal vision is perfect. I see as clearly as I once did… when I could bask in the sun’s warmth countless ages ago. My eyes pick up each and every disturbance my pretty prey has caused in her panicked attempt to escape me. Her footprints show me the way, but even more strongly, the scent of her blood spread over the woods is like a red ribbon trail leading directly to her.

She is a gift coming unraveled and she doesn’t even know it.Trailing my dark tongues over my enlarged fangs, I see her heat emanating from behind a tree. Not even the cool, swirling, ghostly mist that swamps the woods with its eerie touch cannot hide her from me. She glows like a beacon in the night, like a precious jewel filled with sunlight. The ancient trees groan under my weight, but the woods are so old that they creak and moan all on their own.

My future mate sits huddled at the base of the tree, nestled within the embrace of its large, above-ground roots. Her breathing is uneven, and her pale flesh a canvas marred with bleeding scratches. Damp earth covers her hands and knees and as I draw ever nearer, I can smell the sweet salt of her tears. Without warning I drop down from the branches aboveher hiding place, shaking the earth where I land. My hulking shadows falls across her, blocking out the strange, orange light of the moon.

She raises her face, her lovely eyes wide and bloodshot, her rosy cheeks smeared with dirt, lacerated, and streaked with her blood. A deep primal fear swells inside her and she trembles anew at my presence. She’s like a fragile butterfly, despite her mouth-watering curves.

I dwarf her, a true beast compared to her short, mortal stature. I stand at least twice her height, and her entire body would not even compare to one of my muscular arms. She is all things soft, breakable, and sweet. And despite the lust-filled, hungry soul raging within me, my dark, broken heart pangs with pity. This mortal is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on and a gut-deep instinct to protect her washes over me, like water extinguishing a blazing fire to smoldering flames and glowing, red coals.

“Are you going to eat me?” she stammers, her heart in her throat, her pulse racing as she waits with bated breath for my answer.

I hunker down low, my great shoulders hunching to get nearer to my pretty little prey.My treasure. My mate.I reach out with an impossibly large, clawed, finger and trail it along her wounded cheek. She tries to turn her face away, but I turn it back to me, guiding her chin with my curved claw. “I’m afraid I am, pretty girl,” I tell her, a ghastly grin stretching my lips back over my maw of fangs.

A fresh river of tears flow and a strangled sound escapes her. “Please,” she whispers. “I don’t want to die.”

I reach down and pick her up by her waist, holding her in one immense hand, my fingers wrapping around her. “I’m going to eat you alive,” I assure my unwilling mate, stroking her red hair with a single, curious finger. “I will not let you die.”

Sheer terror reflects back at me as my honey-eyed, plump morsel gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head before she slumps in my grasp, going limp.

With a knowing smile, I hold her carefully, folding in my arm to cradle her against my giant, furry chest. My poor sweet thing thinks I’m going to eat her alive, literally; no doubt she just imagined me tearing her limb from limb as she rends the night with her blood-curdling screams. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m going to eat her, but not like that.Oh, yes. Not like that, my pretty little prey… but youwillscream. I’ll make sure of it.

Chapter Three

Rosalie

Consciousness returns tome in a haze of sensation. I feel warm… and something else. My insides spasm and writhe, stealing my breath away and shocking the life out of me. My eyes fly wide and with a mind-numbing shock, I lift my head, raising myself up on my elbows to find the beast between my thighs, his head down as he worships at the altar of my cunt. In an instant I forget how to breathe, all the while I fight the pleasure that wracks my body, in denial of what I’m seeing with my own two eyes.

The beast raises his head and for the first time I see him clearly by the fire’s light. Deep, black pools stare back at me from a face that is something of an impossible nightmare. He is a great, black, furred creature, an abomination in the truest sense of the word. It’s as if the devils of Hell spawned a monster, part wolf, bear, and ape—with minotaur horns.

He’s clearly bipedal but can also lope on all fours and climb trees with ease. Frighteningly muscular, with bulging arms and legs that end in cruel claws, two long, dark tongues snake out of his fanged maw as he gazes upon me. He reminds of the beast fromBeauty and the Beastfairytale… only infinitely more terrifying.

I want to move, to scooch back and flee from his heinous and monstrous assault, yet I find myself immobile, frozen by fear.Or perhaps it’s with desire?Though I dare not follow that train of thought…

“You’re awake,” the beasts drawls, trailing his dual tongues over his chops salaciously. “Good. Now, you will scream for me, my pretty girl.” Without further explanation the monster returns to eating me out. One powerful tongue manipulates and teases my clit, while the other plunges deep inside me, curling up to lap aggressively at my g-spot.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, in revulsion as much as pleasure. “You’re a monster!”

“That I am,” he growls. “You will discover the manner of beast I am all too soon.” Then he picks me up, eliciting a surprised shriek from me as he cradles my whole body in the palm of one huge hand. With his other he spreads my legs wide, each thigh pinned by splayed fingers. And again, his mouth descends upon me. It’s so big he could quite literally bite my head off.

The sheer horror of our unnatural size difference rocks me to my core. I am so small that I am reminded of what Tinkerbell must have looked like in Peter Pan’s hand, not quite—but almost. Sounds that I don’t even recognize as my own pour out of me and without conscious thought I reach out, my tiny hands grasping at his fingers that cocoon me; anything to anchor myself. Anything to stop me from skyrocketing toward the inevitable, terrifying, and unholy level of ecstasy toward which I’m being relentlessly pushed.

“Please, I can’t—” I cry out, writhing in his grasp.

A deep rumble of dark mirth echoes all around me as his thumb bends over my middle, holding me down, a literal bond of flesh. As one tongue continues to torture my oversensitive clit, his other tongue fucks me, spearing deeper than any man’s cock ever has. It twists upon itself, coiling and pumping, thrustingwithin me until together his two tongues bring me to the brink of oblivion.

“Fucking, fuck! Jesus Christ!” But that’s where comprehension fails me. In the next instant my brain turns to glue and a double-orgasm the likes I’ve which I never dreamed possible steals over me, smashing me from within with the force of two fucking road trains; a clitoral and vaginal orgasm rolled into one, brutal, titanic release that has an inhuman scream pry itself from my lips and tearing my throat bloody in its wake.

I buck and thrash under his thumb, wild, unhinged, and broken. It’s like something inside me has snapped, something that can never be fixed. Who I am now is not who I was. I’m Rosalie Green, the chubby chick who fucked a monster—and not justanymonster, but the King of Monsters—The Beast in the Dark.

As wave after pulsing wave of pain and pleasure rocks my body, like an explosive rave happening inside me, I gasp, my eyes wide as I fight my body for the energy to simply breathe. To say I feel overwhelmed is the greatest understatement of all time. I cannot think, I cannot breathe. I can’t do anything other than merely survive. I am nothing but flesh and sensation. Fire burns me alive, lightning zinging through my nerves to fizzle out at my fingers and toes. Every inch of me feels charged and electric.

And in the very next heartbeat, everything goes black. There is no come down, no gentle reprieve as my body relaxes, sagging with fatigue and exhaustion. No delicious sleepiness awaiting me. Every muscle and nerve is tight and explosive—and then I’m just gone. It’s lights out. I feel like a computer that’s blown a circuit. There was life and then there’s the human equivalent of the Blue Screen of Death; only it’s black, deep, and frighteningly eternal.

I fall through space and time, lost among stars and distant horizons, between one world and the next. It’s comforting in a strange way and eerily peaceful. I feel nothing. One moment there was fire and pain and pleasure wracking my every fiber of my being and now…I am void.I’m like a feather, inconsequential, weightless, and no longer in control—of anything.

With one final spark of clarity, before the Light of my soul fades into the Eternal Darkness, I realize that the beast has killed me. The bloody fucker fucked me to death.He ate me alive.Aripple of insanity-tinged laughter ripples through my intangible essence and a last sigh escapes me.What a fucking trip!It seems only fitting that I die in the arms of a monster. God knows, I’ve always felt like one myself.

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