Page 8 of The Chase

Despite my growing affection, connection, and arousal for the monster, I knew I had to stay strong. I wanted so badly to believe this could be my life. I was safe here. I was never cold or hungry. But could I actually make this my home?

I watched as he flew, wondering what he dreamed about during those moments of freedom.

I knew this life—and the one I now shared with Marrex—was a daily battle. I was a survivor, and every day, I clung to that truth. I reminded myself I wasn't soft. I didn’tneedanyone to care for me.

But God was it nice.

8

FREYDIS

Several weeks later

I’d been in my head for what seemed like forever. The trauma from living the life I had refusing to let me trust that I could ever be genuinely happy.

But I felt myself growing closer to Marrex with each passing day. And I could actually tell my resolve was fading, my weakness—no, my hope and desire for more out of life than running from it taking control.

I didn't know what it meant or how it would end, but I knew I wanted to try and see how far things would go.

Today, I’d watched Marrex fly for hours, and when he returned with a fresh kill, he prepared us a meal while I played—yes, relaxed enough to actuallyplayand splash around—in the natural pool. I wasn’t shy any longer and didn't hide my nudity. He’d seen every single inch of me at this point.

Now, it was evening, and we both lay beneath the heavy furs. I was still and pliant while Marrex’s big hands roamed over my body. His touch was gentle but consuming, and with each passing second, it was clear his need grew.

He explored my skin until his claws deliberately scraped along my flesh, leaving tiny, burning cuts. I gasped as the sting of fresh wounds mingled with an odd, intoxicating pleasure.

Leaning closer, Marrex trailed his tongue—one that was as silvery-colored as the rest of his body—over those sensitive, delicate wounds. He groaned, savoring the taste of my blood.

In that charged moment, I felt every mark he etched into my skin as an arousing reminder of his impending claim and a dark, irresistible promise of what was to come.

I stopped fighting then, mainly mentally, since I’d already been giving myself over in this way for a month. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or a deep, hidden need that I couldn’t ignore any longer, something inside me gave in. In that moment, I felt my body surrender to forces bigger than my will.

Every time his rough, inhuman hands found my skin, I trembled—not from fear but from a desperate hunger that I knew only Marrex could sate. Any uncertainty I had crumbled under the weight of an obscene longing I’d never felt before.

Marrex, despite everything monstrous about him, treated my body like the most cherished and sacred thing on earth. He worshipped me with every touch, tracing his claws over the new curves and softness of my body… a body he molded and was now solely his. And with every cut he gave me, he’d lick away the blood that formed, taking a piece of me into himself forever.

I closed my eyes when he rubbed his horns over my curves, positioning himself on top of me so he could cover me fully. Sliding down my body, Marrex scraped his fangs along my inner thighs, dragging a gasp from my lips. I moaned in pleasure, my pussy soaked for my monster.

My monster.

He rose back up, his thickly corded and muscular forearms caging me in. I shuddered in desire and need. I ached in erotic submission.

“So soft. So pretty.” He spoke in low, measured tones, his words then morphing and unintelligible to me as he growled in his language. He marked me, claimed me in ways that no other creature ever would.

They were a promise—a warning to anyone and everything else of what would happen if they came too close to me.

For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to be vulnerable as I fully surrendered.

“You’re trembling,” he growled, his deep voice rumbling through the cave despite it being low and intimate.

His clawed hand brushed over my arm, the sharp tips grazing my skin, no doubt leaving behind faint pink lines that made me shiver. I didn’t answer. What could I say? I was too weak with my arousal to even think clearly.

“Do I frighten you, Freydis?”

I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat as I let his question sink deeper into me.

His towering frame loomed over me, his silvery-gray skin seeming to glisten in the flickering light of the fire and the shimmer of the moonlight.

His black horns curved almost menacingly from his skull, but I remembered how he had rubbed them all along my inner thighs and pussy, so softly, bringing forth nothing but pleasure. I could smell myself on them, see the wetness smeared over them from my arousal. It was likeIhad markedhim.

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