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“Mmm. I like that.” Two fingers enter me again, and I choke a moan under her hand. “I love feeling your moan beneath my hand. I wish I could parade you around like this. Then everyone would know who you think of when you touch this messy pussy at night. They’ll all know what a perverted little slut you are.”

I moan through my teeth as the hand around my neck tightens, a necklace I want to wear as a tattoo from now on.

“Oh, you like that. Your pretty pussy just clamped down when I mentioned humiliating you around the compound, showing everyone the little slut you are.” Her laugh is taunting, and it drives me insane.

“Do you want to be my pet? Can I walk you around on a leash and force your face between my legs whenever I feel the need tocome? Hmm? Oh, baby. You’re giving away all your perverted little kinks.” Her vicious smile is what brings me to the brink. So close. My legs tingle with anticipation.

“Do you want to come?” she asks as her ministrations speed up.

“Yes, please, please, please, please.,” I chant, not caring that I’m begging or that the hand around my throat has tightened.

“Come for me, slut. Show me how good you can be for me.”

My toes curl, my breath caught in her hands, and I’m completely and utterly useless to do anything about it. Nothing can stop the pressure from breaking and throwing me into the abyss of my third orgasm.

Lungfuls of air flow into my mouth as Lenora releases me and gently strokes my core, bringing me back down to Earth. Then, as if the last fifteen minutes didn’t happen, her hands wrap around me as she rolls us to the side so we’re tangled in each other’s limbs, my breathing the only sound.

Her hands rub and knead at all the muscles she can reach, and a soothing kiss lands on my brow. She holds me close to her body and her heartbeat steadies me. A hand in my hair massages my scalp as her lips take mine in a less urgent kiss than earlier. This kiss is sweet, gentle, and brings me comfort I’ve never felt.

This experience will live in my mind rent free for the rest of my life, but part of me will relive the cuddles too, the delicate warmth she brings me when I’m vulnerable.

“Are you okay?” she whispers into my temple, leaving warm kisses in her wake. My heart warms at the care and concern in her voice. This is what I’ve always wanted, needed, but could never express. The lid on my heart-shaped box slides off and leaves me open.

“Thank you.” My voice is wobbly, and I realize I’m crying. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. It was amazing,seriously.” I swipe at the tears but still my hands when she gently wipes and kisses the rest away for me.

“Shh. It’s okay. Sometimes, a lot of emotions and adrenaline can cause a little drop off afterward. I’ve got you.” As I’m wrapped in her arms, my eyelids get heavy as I drift off to sleep, hoping this wasn’t all a dream.

Chapter Five

DAVEY

The days bleed into weeks, and I can’t tell if I’ve died and gone to hell, or if Lenora just hates me. My first night was the last time she touched me. Once the sun wasn’t too harsh in the sky, she introduced me to members of the compound and found space for me away from her bed. I still haven’t met everyone, but the ones I have are nothing but kind.

My new position as head doctor is something I never expected. I’ll be seeing all the women in the compound at least once so I can get a feel for what they will need medically. Most people forget that an OBGYN does more than deliver babies. We are also there to care for all aspects of reproductive health. I can’t do testing, and there aren’t any labs available, but just talking to people about what’s going on in their bodies is helpful in a small community like this one. Flexing this part of my personality again is a little painful, but it feels good, like scratching a muscle that has gone sore with disuse.

But the one woman I want to see has done everything in her power to avoid me. It has been about three weeks since I’ve arrived, and she has been “busy” since. I know she is the leader here and everyone depends on her, but can’t she make time for me? Am I being needy? Maybe it was just a one night thing.That’s fine, totally fine. It’s not like she was my literal wet dream come true. It’s not like she was the first person I’ve been intimate with in the last three years. I think I’m going to throw up. Or maybe scream? Nope. Brooding. I’m definitely brooding.

“Wow, Doc. You look cute pouting over there,” a soft voice calls from the other side of the room. Penelope was once a paramedic. I’ve gotten to know her over the last few weeks, and not only is her voice very soothing, but so is her presence. I like to think of her as human Prozac.

“Is it that obvious?” I sigh.

“She’s right, Doc. What’s got your panties in a twist?” Tina chimes in, our resident mortician. She’s hysterical and less morbid than I thought a mortician would be.

“Nothing, really. Have you seen Lenora lately? I feel like I haven’t seen her since I got here.” I’m aiming for nonchalant, but I don’t think it’s working, because they share a look before meeting my eyes.

“The hunting party has been busy lately,” Penelope says.

“Oh, she told me they had pretty much kept everything safe around here in the last year.” Why would they be so busy if there were no more Beasts in the area?

“Well, since they found you Doc, they’ve had to increase patrol. Lenora is vigilant. She won’t risk anyone getting hurt or letting any Beasts nearby.” Tina’s eyes shift left and right, as if we’re not the only ones in this small cabin full of medical supplies that were no doubt scavenged during their hunting parties. “You didn’t hear it from me, but Lenora had me patch up a nasty gash on her arm the other day after she came in covered in blood. At first, I freaked out, but I realized, as she held her hand out, the majority was not her blood. So she definitely took one out recently.”

“That’s our girl,” Penelope says in her light voice. They talk about killing another human being in this detached way that borders on callous.

My stomach turns as I remember her hands on me, bloodstained hands. I question whether she listened to anyone’s story, but it’s obvious she’s just a cold-blooded killer. A sharp tug behind my breastbone has my hand rubbing the spot idly. How can she be so passionate, so warm, yet so cold and calculating? Should I even seek her out again?

“You look green, Doc. You alright?” Tina’s eyes shine with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wave away her concern. “I’m a doctor. I’m used to helping people and doing what’s in their best interests to keep them safe. The idea of just killing any person who comes near is really cruel, isn’t it?” I can’t stop my mouth from running.

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