Page 16 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
No.
I have to fight back. Do something… Ihaveto.
Leaning back as far as I can, I launch forward to headbutt his snout. My forehead connects with the cartilage and bone of his nose with a loudcrack.
Lowell grunts in pain, falling backward from the force, dragging me with him as we tumble to the floor. I land on his chest, my face and hands slapping against the exposed scales, rattling my brain inside my skull.
With an exasperated exhale, Lowell flips our positions, pinning me to the ground by my neck as he straddles my waist. Hovering above me, a sinister smirk rests on his mouth.
“You’re feisty, aren’t you? It’s a shame it has to end here. I like a fight,” Lowell hisses, moist, hot air blowing from his nostrils. His eyes slip to my mouth, tongues wiping blood across his teeth. “Now be a good girl and hold still while I eat you.”
I reach for his chest, vehemently trying to push him away with thelast of my strength. My heart pounds in my ears while my body rattles with fear. Fingertips claw at his neck, pressing into the squishy, bouncy muscles as deep as they’ll allow.
How can scales be so soft?
Air becomes difficult to breathe as my windpipe is slowly crushed, any words coming out as a hollow whine.
I flex my hands, the pads of my fingertips drawing a line down Lowell’s neck to his clavicle. The scales become harder and less pliable to my touch as I drag them to his sturdy, muscled chest.
My lips part.
The light in the room dims as Lowell’s maw spans farther over my face, his teeth inches from my nose. A bead of his saliva falls to the corner of my mouth, remaining there for only a moment until I lick it away, the taste salty from the meats.
I writhe and wriggle beneath him, my nails repeatedly scraping up his chest to his neck, following the silky-smooth scales up to his hardened jaw. I give a gentle shove each time my hands graze over his pectoral muscles. I don’t stop trying to push him off of me, no matter how useless.
Annoyed, Lowell grunts as he lifts his knee between my legs to halt my squirming. He inadvertently presses into a bundle of nerves that I didn’t realize were waiting to be touched, a sultry moan escaping my throat as my back arches off the ground.
The relief is euphoric, coupled with the taste of his saliva still on my tongue.
My chest collides with Lowell’s as I seek a deeper touch, hips grinding thoughtlessly into his thigh to prolong the shiver of pleasure that ripples through me.
As my heart hammers in my chest, my lower body continues to throb as the desire to press my face deeper into his throat takes over me. The prickling fear mixes with Lowell’s addictive scent and touch,the intoxicating concoction making my brain spin in circles. I can’t discern which body part to take orders from anymore.
His fiery breath dissipates my thoughts, wafting over me like fog over a lake in spring. The stillness that comes from being so close to finality calms my overactive, anxious mind.
Lowell pauses his carnivorous descent, pressing his nose to my neck to sniff it intensely.
“Ha!” he laughs, cocking his head to peer at me with one eye. The amber iris appears more like a blaze than a gentle pool of honey, illuminating me like a spotlight. “Fuck,” a growl rumbles from his throat. “The scent of your arousal is only getting stronger.”
My eyes widen so far I fear they’ll fall out.
“Huh?” I sputter in disbelief, wiggling beneath him.
Lowell sniffs the air, narrowing his eyes while he lifts his gaze in thought. “I can smell your fear… but also the distinct sweet smell of arousal. It was faint before, but now it’s suffocatingly fragrant.” He flashes his teeth in a crooked smile, tongues sliding over his fangs. “You’re horny to be devoured, huh? Fucking filthy.”
My palms push at Lowell’s chest defiantly, sinking into myself with embarrassment. “That’s not true,” I say weakly, swallowing the lump in my throat.
But it is true. Sickeningly so. I don’t have a clue why my body is so hot, why Lowell’s scales feel like heaven beneath my fingers, or why his maw around my neck and face make my heart race and my face blush. All I understand is that I want his mouth around me, and his claws to grip tighter over my neck and wrists.
I don’t know who I am anymore, or what’s becoming of me, what he’sdoingto me.
But I want to find out.
Chapter 7
Lowell’s face brightens deviously at my denial. “Not true, huh? Should I check to confirm?” he asks with a lilt of glee, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while the other plucks lazily at the buttons on my pants.
I don’t resist him, only able to feebly utter the words “wait,” and “hold on,” which go ignored. Even I’m not convinced by my words.
