Page 56 of Blood Moon Heat

My heart slammed into my throat. Nero was out there. “Or what?” I said, my voice shaking from the way my heart pounded.

“Or I will tear off the door and drag you into the forest myself.” He slammed into the car again, and I barely held in another shriek.

“Nero—”

“Five, four—”

“What are you going to do?”

“Make you scream,” he said. “Then moan.”

My pussy contracted as my fear shot higher.

“Three.”

I shoved the door open.

“Two,” he said.

“Oh gods,” I gasped and burst from the car, sprinting into the trees.

“One.” He laughed darkly. “Run, little doll.”

I knew it was Nero, and I knew he’d never hurt me, but my adrenal glands did not. Everything in me roared that I needed to run for my life.

A snarl came from somewhere behind me but still a little distance away. Thankfully, Nero had taken me shopping a couple of days ago. I was wearing yoga pants, a sweatshirt, and jogging shoes, so I didn’t feel the branches slapping at my body or the rough forest floor beneath my feet. Another sound came from behind me, to the right this time. The fear spiked with excitement, and I dug my heels in and sprinted harder, faster than I ever had in my life.

The blood pumping through my veins was hot and rich, and my lungs were full of the damp, earthy scents of the forest.

A whoop came next, closer this time and on the left.

He was closing in, toying with me.

My body’s response to being chased flooded my nervous system. I was dizzy, felt out of control, my pulse racing, my mind spinning, my heart thudding wildly. It was primal, and there was this knot of desire low in my belly, unfurling, spreading out, stealing my breath.

He tugged at my sweatshirt as he flashed past.

A low, dark laugh echoed to my left. I spun around—

He tugged my hair as he blurred past again, and my hair unraveled from the knot at the back, falling around my shoulders.

My lungs burned, the panic growing wider as my panties grew wetter.

I stumbled and caught myself, but my next few steps were unsteady, my gait thrown off. I stepped on the root of a tree the wrong way and fell. Scrambling, I tried to get up—

Nero pounced, knocking me to the ground. I screamed, my adrenaline forcing me to switch from flight to fight mode. I clawed at the earth beneath me as he tore at my clothes, shoving up my sweatshirt, then using it to secure my wrists.

“No,” I shouted, fighting hard. “Stop.”

“I can smell your cunt, and it definitely doesn’t want me to stop.” He flipped me to my back, wrenching my tights down my legs. My bare ass should have been on the damp earth, but there was something soft beneath me, something warm.

Pinning my bound hands over my head with one hand, he shoved up my shirt with the other and tugged down my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool, damp air.

Leaning in, he sunk his teeth into the side of my breast, drawing hard. I cried out and bucked, gasping for breath, fighting as my pussy clamped down hard. He lifted his head and flashed his bloody teeth and fangs as he let my blood fall from his lips, dripping it onto my nipples and down my stomach. “Scream,” he growled.

I did, I screamed and thrashed, panting, as he licked and sucked every bit of blood from my breasts and stomach, still holding me immobile, pinned beneath him.

When he finally lifted his head again, I was heaving for my next breath, feeling weak and desperate for him, to feel him inside me—for him to make me his.

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