Page 49 of Ravaging Red
The woods were endless, my feet bare and bloody, as I ran. The trees tore at my red cloak, a blackness so heavy curled around my limbs, suffocating me. I could hear it behind me, its jagged claws raking over bark, its voice a broken whisper that slid inside my skull.
"He can’t protect you forever," it seethed.
I ignored it as I kept running, but it was insistent in its cruelty.
"You don’t belong to him." Its whisper surrounded me, and curled up my spine as I could only imagine death would.
"You’ll scream when I take you.” Its laughter was a wild screeching that echoed all around me.
I ran until my lungs burned, until my legs gave out, until I tripped and fell. I could feel it on top of me, and just before it reached me, just before its cold, talon-like hands wrapped around my throat, I saw it... it was watchinghim.
Rael.
He was standing in the center of a clearing beneath the Blood Moon, his body glowing, his claws soaked in blood, his chest rising and falling as he lowered his head to my breast and bit.
He had claimed me, and the mark flared violently, sacred, and unstoppable.
The creature screamed in pain. A shriek so sharp and broken it tore through the dream and startled me awake. I jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, my body trembling as the final notes of that scream faded into the air around me.
I searched the room, my eyes darting left then right, trying to make out the shadows the moonlight missed. The Hollow was quiet, yet I was restless.
The bedroom was bathed in a fading crimson light, shafts of moonlight slipped through the uneven slats of the wooden shutters, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The old walls groaned softly with the wind outside, and the air carried the scent of moss and firewood, of Rael’s fur and the remnants of our lovemaking. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat, and every breath felt too loud in the stillness. It was beautiful in that eerie way only the Hollow could be. It was wild and raw, full of things that should have scared me but didn’t anymore.
Something was stirring beneath my skin. The bond wasn’t just sealed now. It wasalive. I could feel it threading through every nerve, every heartbeat. My body was hot and flushed. It was sensitive to every breath of air, every twitch of movement, and when I turned, I saw him.
Rael.
Sleeping soundly beside me, sprawled on his back, his chest rising slow and deep, the moonlight painting his dark fur, his large cock stretched high and hard against his stomach.
My mouth watered and I didn’t think, I just moved. Sliding beneath the thin sheet, I let my lips trail along his rippled abdomen, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin, the earthy heat of him. He didn’t stir, not yet. But his cock twitched, a soft sound escaping his throat.
I wanted to tease him and bring him to the brink of wild abandon just like he had done to me. That was my sole intention as I wrapped my hand around the thick base, marveling at the sheer weight and size of him, the veins pulsing against my palm. I leaned in, pressed a kiss to the head, then slowly, slowly slid my tongue around the red mushroomed tip. His cock jerked and I knew he was mine. I slid my lips down over the head, while I slid my tongue beneath it, trying to get as much of him in my mouth as I could, his girth stretching my lips.
He gave out a low, deep and primal moan, stirring the wetness at my core.
I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tasting the faint trace of salt and something uniquely him. My other hand stroked what I couldn’t take in my mouth, and I felt him wake, his growl filling the room.
"Fuck... Red."
His hand tangled in my hair, his hips rising into my mouth, but before I could take him again, he pulled me off with a snarl, flipped me onto the mattress, and shoved my legs apart.
“On all fours,” he growled. “Now.”
I obeyed, breathless, body already slick with need.
He knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other dragging over my ass, squeezing it, kneading it before he leaned down and bit my soft flesh.
His teeth sank into the curve of my ass, just hard enough to make me gasp and make my thighs shake. He pulled back and slapped it once, sharp and hot, so possessive. This is what my sex life had become. Wild and hot, so primal I couldn’t think, let alone run. And somehow, with this new mark, my body had become even more willing and pliable.
I cried out, and he groaned. “You like that,” he said, dark amusement curling around every word.
Another slap. Harder this time.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good girl.”
His hand glided down over my ass, between my thighs, until his fingers found the slick heat of my cunt. He teased me with a low growl, dragging a finger through my folds but never giving me what I craved, just enough to make me moan in frustration.
