Page 5 of Cruel Devotion

I wasn’t sure if I begged for death, truth, or both.

He bucked his hip and my mouth dropped open. He was nothing like Cohen. He was nothing like Cohen. To my horror, I realized there wasn’t just one bulge digging into my pelvic bone, but two. The only thing separating me from him was my satin shorts. Not only did I fear for Archie, but I now had something else to worry about as I lay trapped beneath him. His claws trailed up my thigh, across my exposed belly, and up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Mine.”

I have to get out of here.

Hitting everywhere I could, my fist bounced against his chest. It didn’t do anything. I aimed for his snout, and this time, he stopped me. His hand swallowed mine, claws dug into skin.

“Tell me, do you taste as good as you smell?”

I threw my head back, and a sound between a scream and a groan filled the room. I was wrong to think I could reason with him. He moved off me, shifting to his knees, his two cocks bobbed between us.

“You keep those away from m—” Before I could finish, I cried out in pain as he tightened his grip on my hip and the other on my thigh. Spread wide, I was lifted and placed on his shoulders. My legs dangled against his back. Fur kissed the flesh where we connected. I pushed at his snout, but he nudged my hand away and tore through the thin fabric between my thighs, leaving me bare and exposed.

“No!” I screamed, shoving at his muzzle as his snout slid up my core. Claws pierced flesh and hip.

“You did this. Your scent lit the flame. Now I burn for no one but you. If you want out, you will be still while I taste what’s mine or scream while I claim you.”

Reading it and living it were two different experiences. I’ve always wanted to be ravaged by a monster, and right now, I had no choice. There was nothing for me to do but obey. I ran my fingers through his hair and held on. Squeezing my eyes tight, I willed myself elsewhere. I didn’t want to be here. As he slid his nuzzle against me, I envisioned myself waking up to this being a bad dream. His tongue lapping at my core and the jolt that ran through me when he flicked my clit made it hard. I didn’t want to feel the things he did to me.

I will not die tonight.

I need to get out.

I will see Archie again.

His tongue glided up my exposed sex and my body jerked as his chest rumbled in appreciation. I bit down on my bottom lip until it bled. I didn’t want this, and yet, when he dragged his tongue ass to clit, all I could do was moan. I squeezed my thighs as he edged me. My hips moved on their own accord. I shouldn’thave liked it. Having no choice but to feel things, I widened for him. He flattened his tongue and I threw my head back. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as he speared into me over and over again. Thrust over the edge, my orgasm gushed onto his tongue. He didn’t stop.In, out, in, out, in, out. He licked it all up.

“Hard not to bite. Even a small one would damage you.”

My vision goes white and I scream as white hot pain pricks my thigh. When the fog clears, I look down in time to see his canines pulling out from the one untouched by my cutting. Blood drips from the puncture wounds. With a swipe of his tongue, it disappears and then I’m falling. I cry out as he grabs my waist and throws me effortlessly over his shoulder. He kicked the door open and walked past Archie’s room.

“Wait! Put me down!” I pounded on his back but my fists bounced off. Starting down the hallway, I glanced back as the monster walked through the door.

The first thing I noticed was that the lights were dimmed. I kicked my feet and punched his back, but his muscles were so hard they just bounced off. He didn’t feel it as he started down the hallway. I glanced towards Archie’s door, but it was closed. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked over my shoulder to try and see. The hallway felt confined with him in here, and my eyes lowered to the ground.

“You got what you wanted, now put me down!” I screamed.

“I said you would see, I never said, I’d let you go.”

Woods

With each step, a sickening squelching sound followed us down the hall. A lamp lay blinking on the ground and claw marks ran over furniture. Blood splattered the walls, and there was a sign of a struggle. I felt a sick sense of relief as we stepped over my father’s severed arm. His hand still held tight to the shotgun. Red soaked the floors. The monster had been walking in his blood. He hadn’t been much of a parent. Never validated my feelings, decided my future for me, and planned to use me to fill his already deep pockets. But he was my dad. Seeing his lifeless body sprawled across the floor not far from my bedroom meant he’d come for me. And now he was dead. Guilt filled me. At being thankful it had been him and not Archie.

The monster didn’t stop to let me grieve, and I watched until my father was out of view. There was no sign of his mistress, but just like she didn’t care about our family, I didn’t care about her. The living room came into view, and I searched it for my mom. This was the last place I’d seen her. She’d called out to me and I ignored her. The room tilted when I found her. Half her face was missing and I couldn’t look away from her unseeing eye. Bile filled my mouth and I retched before emptying my stomach. Her body was a mangled mess only feet away from where her head lay. Her perfect living room was now stained with her blood.

The same mouth that did that had been inside me.

Disgust and pure horror rendered me speechless. He kicked the door right off its hinges and she disappeared as he lurched forward. But I knew the memory would haunt me for the rest of my life. The wind whirled around us, but I barely felt the cold as a surge of adrenaline shot through me. I yanked, pinched and twisted his ears, and slammed my fists into his back. Useless, but it was all I could do. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought the worst.

Did he make it quick?

Or had my brother suffered?

“Damn you! I hope your balls explode and your cocks fall off. If I don’t kill you first, I pray whoever is watching damns your soul, and you rot for an eternity. You’ll regret letting me live instead of killing me!” I screamed as we entered the woods.

“Wait, I can’t go in there.” A new panic filled me. If he was real, so were the stories. He ignored me.

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