Page 9 of Ravaging Red
I wanted her.
Not like the way monsters’ hunger for prey.
No.
I wanted to wrap my tongue around her clit and drink every drop of cream she made until she was nothing but gasps, and pleas, and ruined innocence. I wanted to hear her scream while my knot swelled inside her and locked us together so I could keep her full and dripping. Mine for as long as the moon allowed it.
I wanted to keep her.
It was an off thought for one of my kind. I had heard rumors of those who liked to feast upon humans. Trapping them and enjoying the fruits of their humanity. Their laughter, their tears, and of course, their sexual appetites. They’d use and discard them, but never actually keep them. They weren’t ours to keep, yet this one called for it. For her monster.
At dawn, I returned to the hollow before any human could see me. I tried to keep my mind occupied, but thoughts of her kept drifting in, and a deep frustration settled in my chest.
Weeks passed, and I couldn’t sleep. And the dreams…
Fuck.The dreams shredded me.
Every time I closed my eyes, she was there. Running barefoot through the Hollow, breathless and terrified, glancing over her shoulder while I chased her through thorns and fog. Sometimes she fought me. Sometimes she fell to her knees and spread her thighs and begged.
I dreamt of red hair clutched in my claws, of her soft belly pressed to the soft moss-covered ground, her round, plush ass in the air for me, of chasing her until she couldn’t run anymore and then flipping her onto her back and fucking her with such savage intensity that the trees shook.
My cock throbbed and leaked through the dreams, every dream ended with me deep inside her, knot swollen, her nails digging into my back, her cries echoing through the woods.My body was burning in heat that had no outlet, no mercy. I woke every night in a sticky mess of my own making, panting, growling, snarling at shadows that were not there, and yet, no amount of jerking off sufficed.
It became a sickness. An obsession. She haunted my days and my nights, and I couldn’t stop myself from visiting her, or from watching.
I memorized the sound of her laughter, wanting to trap it and keep it for myself. Her dark eyes sent a thrill down my spine; her thick thighs and the sway of her hips drove me mad. The way she bit her bottom lip when she read alone in the garden. Every single piece of her fed the beast inside me. She was meant for me. And I needed her in the Hollow. I needed her where the red moon could witness my marking her. Where the magic could pull her open and ready. Where I could take her, the way I wasn’t allowed to take anyone else.
So, I waited.
I watched.
And I planned.
The grandmother still had a connection to the Veil. I could smell it on her. A tether like silk, delicate but unbreakable. I pushed her closer to it every time she came near the woods, guiding her without touch, whispering through the trees, luring her deeper until she crossed again. I had learned magic throughout the years, more so after I left my home in the Hollow. It took time, but I had mastered a few things, including being everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Eventually, the old woman came. And she left the message.
And the girl…
Mygirl…
She followed.
Without knowing, she stepped through the veil and entered my realm, my world. Her red cloak did something to me.Something twisted. She was supposed to be innocent. She was supposed to be afraid. But she had moved through my woods like a flame, pure temptation, completely oblivious to who or what was waiting for her.
When I caught her scent, it hit me hard. It was raw and thick, soaked in heat and confusion and the first bitter bite of arousal. Her scent was wildflowers mixed with ripe fruit, and a slick, desperate need that ran through my veins. I could almost taste the slick dew between her thighs. My cock surged to life so hard and fast I snarled out loud as my knot instantly swelled, claws sinking into the tree bark as my balls pulled tight and a trickle of precum smeared the inside of my thigh.
The scent of ripe virginal cunt surrounded her, and that fruit…my favorite.Strawberries.
She smelled like…my mate.
The moon screamed through my blood. My body arched as magic surged up my spine, a wave of power so ancient and visceral, it nearly knocked me to the forest floor. I dropped to one knee, panting, clawing at the dirt while my cock pulsed, veins bulging, the head dripping with anticipation. My knot began to throb, fat and angry, begging for a cunt to stretch. I’d never felt it so violently. So viciously.
This wasn’t a hunt anymore. I was being forced to mark her.
Commanded to fucking claim her.
I needed to tear her open and fill her with so much of my seed that she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but the way it felt to be knotted by a monster.
