Page 114 of Feral

“What are ya doin’ out here?”

The low thunder of his voice floated on the summer air, stealing my breath.

“I…I…”

He laughed, a deep, growling sound full of danger as he stopped close enough for me to see his face. Yellow eyes glowed under his dark fur, canines shining in the moon light.

“You’ve come to tempt me?”

I licked my lips, trying to find the right words. What does one say to a sexy beast when all I want is for him to rip my clothes off, shove me against the wall and knot me for hours?

“Yes,” I managed to breathe out.

The Werewolf that began to circle me, his hot gaze a lick of fire over my whole body, was a different Fraser than the one I knew. This Fraser radiated a predator energy that sent stabs of terror to my brain. He was rippling with a primal power, wild and uncontained. His chest rumbled, breath hot on my back. One claw ran down my arm, not breaking the skin, but leaving a red scratch in its wake.

“So fragile,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

I began to quake, my brain unsure whether to turn and embrace him or run for my life.

His nose brushed my ear and cheek, and Fraser took a sharp inhale.

“Yer cunny is soaked for me, Daphne.”

A low moan escaped from my lips before I could stop myself.

“Ya want me to rut you like a beast in the grass, fill ya with my cum until it’s dripping onto the ground from between yer thighs?”

It wasn’t a question. As surely as the moon hung full and bright in a midnight sky, Fraser knew that I wanted all of that.

My breath was coming fast, chest heaving under the low décolletage of my night gown. Fraser’s eyes zeroed in on my nipples, achingly hard under the thin fabric. He reached out with one claw and circled the areola with it. Jagged bolts of sensation bloomed from that single point of contact and my eyes rolled back for a moment as I let him tease me.

“Mmm…. Ya know what I want?”

My nod was erratic, punctuated by a whimper.

His eyes snapped to mine and he grinned.

“Run, Daphne. Run, and don’t let me catch ya unless ya want me to use ya in every base, filthy way I can imagine until yer beggin’ me to stop.”

I wouldn’t have thought my legs could move that fast, but I sprinted forward, scrambling on the damp grass as I careened around the garden and through the clearing. A few minutes later, I heard rough panting behind me, and the scratch of claws on the ground. A cry launched itself out of my mouth, carried on my quick breathing.

I darted to the right and the sounds of pursuit got louder. My legs were shaking, but not from exhaustion. A sensation, like bees under the skin, was coursing through my body, and I screamed as a dark shape closed in on me, its breathing punctuated by growls.

I lost my footing and one of my shoes on a slippery patch of grass, almost falling face first. But I managed to stay on my feet and careened forward.

I hadn’t realized that I was heading back toward the garden until the walls were in front of me. With a last burst of speed, I tried to make for the out cropping of trees to my left.

That’s when Fraser pounced.

The moment his hands seized me, I let loose a screech of terror. He didn’t even acknowledge it, or the way my hands began to hit him of their own accord. He just threw me over his shoulder and ran into the walled in garden. I beat his back, pulled his fur, kicking at him with my feet and losing the other shoe in the process. My mind seemed to have forgotten that I was safe, and that was the point really. I wanted it to feel like I was being hunted by a beast, I wanted to be overcome by fear before the monster fucked me senseless.

With one long, vicious swipe, his claws, Fraser tore the nightgown to shreds and then pulled the remnants from my body in snarling swipes. My brain was quickly short circuiting at the savage way he was handling me when he dropped me, completely naked, onto a soft patch of grass.

I didn’t have time to process any of this before Fraser leapt onto me, seized my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head.

“Ya want the beast?”

His breath was hot against my face and I stared at him, my mind unable to come up with a response.

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