Page 4 of Mean One

Both my own laughter and distant screams filled my ears as my hand held his, my feet skipping down a dark alley, guiding us back toward the woods. I felt so electrified and alive, excited by the chaotic and murderous spectacle we had caused. I was bursting at the seams with pride and adrenaline, and seeing that mean old meanie happy was the best fucking part. We’d terrorized people before, but killing them? Oh, that was a whole new level of intimacy. It almost felt as good as sex with him.Almost.

“Oh… ” I spun, turning to face him. His yellow eyes glowed like golden fire, his grin stretched high and unnatural. He was dripping with such rage and power, the air thickened with it, the buzz of his own excitement mixing with mine, swirling and vibrating between my legs. I felt more alive than I had in years. “Did you see the looks on their faces?” My eyes were burning with life. “I bet?—”

His mouth crushed to mine as he shoved my body roughly against the wall of a building. My spine throbbed at the impact, but I enjoyed the pain.

“You were perfectly wicked,” he grunted as he lifted me higher, my legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he kissed my neck.

Perfectly wicked… What a beautiful thing to be called.

“I need to fuck you, freckles. Right here. Right now.” He bit my neck, his sharp teeth piercing my skin. I gasped, my body leaning into his, his claws scraping the skin of my thighs as he raised my skirt. “I need you so fucking bad.”

He wasted no time and, without warning, he forced himself inside me. My body jolted at the immense pressure, unable to fully stretch around him as he pushed harder, again and again. His tongue glided over the fresh blood beading from his bite as his hot breath caused my skin to prickle. I couldn’t breathe, enjoying every second of this moment as my back ground against the harsh brick wall.

“That’s right,” I breathed, grabbing his neck for support, my nails digging into his fur. “You need me? Take me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I’m yours to break.” A low, animalistic rumble vibrated through his chest as he pounded into my aching pussy, unleashing all his desires and feeding his carnal hunger. I didn’t stand a chance, overly excited that someone might see us. I struggled to control myself, fully dissolving into him as I cried out, coming around his furry cock. The cold air dried out my throat as I contracted and squeezed around him, smiling so hard, it hurt. Being fucked by him didn’t just feel good—it felt right.So right.

He braced his arm against the wall, his claws digging into the brick as he came inside me, pumping me so full, it began to seep from my pussy and drip down my thigh.

“Fuck,” he moaned, slumping over, his large frame pressing me harder against the wall. We stood there, panting, burning up despite the cold and snow. I wanted to pull him closer, to hold him tight, but I could feel his cock slowly sliding away. He was finished.

“We should go,” he whispered, his eyes staring into mine as he lowered me to my feet. His claw fixed my skirt then quickly adjusted his pants as he stepped away. “They’re going to be searching for me.”

“Forus,” I bit. “You didn’t kill them alone.” I raised a brow. “Just wait until May-Martha hears of what we did.”

“I’m sure she already knows. I left her a note.” My smile dropped at his snarky tone.

“You didwhat?” My head tilted as I impatiently waited for him to respond. He simply ran a claw along the underside of my chin as I shivered at his oddly gentle touch.

“Don’t sound so sour. I only warned her I was coming for her, just like everyone else. Try not to let your jealousy show, Max.” He walked past me, heading towards the woods.

Jealous? No, I’m not jealous. I’m territorial. You’re mine. Despite all these years with me, you're still thinking of her.My chest burned with rage.You don’t need her.

“Come on, freckles. I need you to help cover our tracks.” I turned around to see him standing at the edge of the woods, those yellow eyes glowing in the night as his smile sharpened. I shook the negative thoughts away and skipped towards him.

That’s right. You need me. Me. Not May-Martha. And I’m going to spend every moment reminding you of that.

Chapter 2

The Grouch

For the firsttime in years, I was able to sleep without experiencing the haunting nightmares of my past. It was a blissful surprise, allowing me to sleep all night and well into the day. As I forced my consciousness from the gripping darkness, I realized I was alone in the cave, greeted by unnatural silence.

“Freckles?” I called out. There was no response, only the distant sound of water softly dripping from the ceiling.

That’s odd.

Max was nowhere to be seen, an extremely unusual thing to wake up to. It was nearly impossible to have a few minutes without her lingering around, let alone a few hours. She was always glued to my hip. As the day began to melt into the evening, I became worried. It wasn’t like her to just disappear like this.

The sound of footsteps, followed by a familiar scent, eased me as Max skipped into the room with a grin. Her hands were behind her back, as if waiting to surprise me. Wonderful. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as I sat in a chair, facing away from her.

“Where the hell have you been?” I refused to look at her; I only stared into the flames of the makeshift fireplace I had crafted.

“Aww, what's wrong? Did the big, mean, old monster miss me?” She stood behind the chair.

“No,” I scoffed. Honestly, I did.

“Well, that’s too bad.” She swung around and plopped her perfect ass in my lap as if I was Santa, her breasts bouncing as they nearly popped out of her dress. I struggled to contain my excitement, my eyes moving up and down her body as my mouth watered. “I have a surprise for you,” she sang.

“What now?” The question was more of a whiny groan.

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