Page 7 of Cruel Devotion

As if they had a right to it. As if I was his to claim. His snout pressed against my back, his forehead pushing into my head. The only sound in the woods was his heavy breathing.

“I’m the reason the stupid legend exists. There is no spell on the forest, no black storm that will swoop in and crunch your bones to dust. I am the nightmare humans fear. The reason they lock their doors and hide their daughters.”

“I don’t—”

“Silence. You were to remain pure!” he roared.

The feminine urge to tell him I didn’t have to do anything was on the top of my tongue. But survival came first—I had to get back to Archie. A sharp tearing sound cut through the air as what was left of my shorts fell away. Panic pricked my chest, the realization hitting hard: survival wasn’t the issue anymore.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get off!” I screeched. His hot breath fanned my exposed back. I fought as he gripped my backside with his free hand. Attempting to land a blow, I kicked my feet back, but knees pinned them down.

“Claiming what’s mine,” he snarled as he mounted me.

“I don’t belong to anyone!” I yelled, grunting as I fought to break free of the hand on my neck.

“You gave away what’s mine. This hole is mine. You. Are. Mine.”

I haven’t been with anyone in awhile.

This can’t be happening.

Dirt clumped beneath my nails as I clawed at the ground. I jerked my hips and thighs. Twisting, turning, doing everything I could to break free.

“No, no, no,” I wheezed. He spread my cheeks with claws and I stilled as they pricked me. Whimpering when I felt one wet tip pressed against my sex.

“Fuck yo-ah!” He speared me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body tightened from the intrusion. My jaw fell as he hit places that no man has ever been able to reach. I rubbed my face into the earth as he stretched me as wide as possible and then more. I whimperedwhen he withdrew, only to slam into me so hard my body thrust forward, but with his weight holding me down, I had nowhere to go. Something round and hard pushed against me. Wetness seeped down my thighs.

Rushed thrusts crossed my eyes. Fur brushed my back as he leaned down. I cried in agony as his teeth pierced my shoulder, back, and neck. Every bite felt like thick needles stabbing me repeatedly. Blood ran and drenched my flimsy cami.

“You’ll take me. Every inch as I paint your walls so everyone knows you are mine. You will take it and say, yes, my king.” I shook my head, and he snapped his jaws so close the rush of air brushed my face.

“Be good for me or I’ll have to finish off the rest of your family.”

My body fell slack at his words. I screamed out in pain and anger as he pulled out of me and speared into me over and over again. The bulge hitting me with each thrust of his hips. Saliva rolled down my lips and chin as he plowed deep.There’s nothing for me to do but take it.The sound of his balls slapping against me echoed in the woods. Pleasure started building low in my belly and I hated how my body responded. I was pushed off the edge and clenched around him as I came.

“That’s right. Squeeze my cock like a good little whore.”

Shame and guilt washed over me as my body twitched around him. But he didn’t stop. He slammed into me as I spasmed. Growling, snarling, snapping as he chased it, my body sliding back and forth beneath his.

“Take my knot,” he panted as he thrust once, twice, three times, and I realized what he was doing.He’s trying to push the bulge inside.Moaning as he finally did briefly. Then he pulled out of me. Warmth dripped from my pussy. He released my neck as splash after splash hit my back. I tensed, assuming it’d sting, but sighed when the warmth hit my cuts. It was soothing, andbefore I could thank the gods, a monstrous claw grabbed my ankle.

And this time I didn’t fight as I was dragged deeper into the woods.

Bunny

My world was dark no matter how hard I blinked. My head throbbed and my surroundings rushed me as I sat up. Little pebbles stuck to my back and tattered fabric stuck to my skin. The world stopped spinning at the sound of dripping water. There was a heavy stench of mildew and rusted iron.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

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