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“I need my laptop!” I try to push the door back open before it clicks shut, but I’m a moment too slow. The doors lock automatically.

A reverberating growl and a crash rattle it on its hinges. The creature has broken through, and is now behind the very door I was trying to push back open.

Shit. How could I have forgotten to grab that first? Will those pictures be lost forever?

Another shudder ripples through the thick wood as a weight bounces off of it from behind.

“I’m sorry, but we need to go!” Sam stands in the empty hall, beckoning me to hurry away. The murmurs of panicked voices slip into my attention, spilling from other apartments. I can hear them growing frantic after another crash on my door resonates through the building.

Resigning myself to abandoning the last tendrils of attachment to my past, I hustle with Sam back toward the stairs. Just as we reach the top, a piercing noise erupts from behind us. A howl. The long and mournful cry prickles the flesh on the back of my neck and carries us out into the parking lot, punctuated by the slamming doors of the truck.

The roaring engine dulls the howl, but doesn’t erase it. Spinning tires spit gravel on the underside of the truck, Sam’s long fingers cup the back of my head as he reverses from the parking spot.

“I’m sorry, Dani, maybe when the dust clears we can come back for it.” His hand drops to my knee as he throttles us back to the highway. The warmth in his hand does little to dissipate the cold that has settled around my bones.

“Yeah, when the dust clears.” In a few days, maybe?

Chapter twenty-four

ALEXANDER

DaysI’vebeenableto enjoy her. The remarkable gift she holds is a constant lure for me. It doesn’t seem to matter the ravaging her body undergoes, she is pure, whole and perfect again and again. Her appetite matches mine. I’ve found myself fetching food for her like I am her dog, her mongrel. Seeking out finer fares because I want to keep her satisfied, healthy enough to heal. And, in return, I release her inner symphony.

The terror in her tearful eyes now that she faces me only enhances my lust. I want to draw her screams from her like plucking notes on a violin.

My clawed fingers twitch, missing the nimbleness to play has been the hardest thing to get over. Or not being able to talk more than guttural sounds.

But, I can make her sing for me. I can make her hit the high notes that elude me. The enticing cognac of her fear radiates from her pores.

She doesn’t know that the more she screams, the more she pulls on the bindings, the more it writhes her stomach, the more it calls to an animal urge in me.

I want to hear her cry for me to stop.

Pushing back the tattered remains of her shirt, I can see her full breasts, her nipples are tight and begging to be sucked and eaten.

My tongue rolls with the delicious rush of hungry saliva. My cock thrusts my hips unwittingly into the heavy air around her.

I want to eat her and fuck her. Her scent drives both ends of me insane. I’ve never indulged in my prizes before, but her perfection does something to me. I want every part of her.

Her squirming hips beg to wrap around me, the sheen of sweat pooling on her smooth belly.

I can’t resist lapping it up, my tongue teasing the soft flesh. The salty sweet of her quivering away from me only enrages my hunger.

Tasting her belly, licking with rough strokes at the underside of her round breast, heaving against her panicked chest.

The reflection of my wolfish face in the pooling tears sends a spark into my gut I need to fill. My throat rattles, unable to form the words, so I bite. I want her to feel the anger and frustration I feel. Gnashing against her stiff nipple, the blood pours into my mouth in a soft ooze. Like melted ice cream, it coats my lips and I want more. Lapping the open wound, I can taste her, the lattice of tissue below peels a flower of nectar to my tearing mouth. Her screams blanket me in a predatory invitation.

I want to claim her. My own rules be damned. I want to spray her with my seed until it is all I can smell.

My hardened shaft stretches against the longer foreskin, bursting from its hairy sheath. The sensation is still new for me, like it seeks the cold air before thumping against my stomach in longing.

Streaks of blood decorate her belly, her flayed breast draws me back for one more nibble, exposing the white bones of her ribs beneath.

Her thrashing enhances the throbbing in my loins.

Another bite into her sides, I can see the muscles twitching and moving when I peel back her tender skin. It’s supple and sweet, soothing the fire in my throat that my ragged breath creates. The torn edges draw me. I can’t resist slipping a finger inside. The resistance of the skin peeling from the muscle is tight, virginal.

My pulsing erection leaks in need, and I find myself repositioning. She needs to be below me, she needs to know I will mark her everywhere, inside and out. I will devour her and watch her heal and do it again and again.

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