Page 21 of Cujo's Rampage

When a growl rose from his mouth, I purred in response, loving that even after coming he was still hard and wanting more of me. Ending the kiss, I rubbed my nose up against his.

“Need to fuck you. How sore are you?”

His voice was full of gravel and it sent a shiver down my spine. I slid down a little, rubbing my aching sex over his abs while I nipped my way along his jaw before I responded.

“Not sore enough to stop me from wanting more of my mate.”

Within seconds, his grip shifted from my ribs to my hips and he jerked me down, straight onto his erection. His hard length filled me completely and I arched up as I cried out his name. He sat up and nuzzled into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I shivered when he licked over his claiming mark.

Never in my wildest dreams had I ever believed I’d feel this good in the arms of a man. But I truly did. His arms around me, holding me tightly against him didn’t feel confining or cruel in any way. All I felt was protected and safe. Loved, even.

I blinked back tears as I moved over him, the rise of emotions within me too much to contain. I’d never been so happy.

Chapter Twelve

Two days later

Cujo

AssoonasIdrifted off to sleep with Lily-Rose tucked in against me after I’d done her right, the oily darkness flowed over me and I knew I was in trouble. But sleep had me in its clutches and I couldn’t break free until it was done with me. I should have known things were going too well with Lily-Rose to last. And it had nothing to do with her piece of shit father. After I’d first escaped from that fucking laboratory, I had nightmares every night. I’d lived on a knife’s edge, trying anything I could to stay awake until I was so strung out, I’d start seeing my nightmares during the daylight hours.

Even after I’d fallen in with a street gang and learned what I needed to know to take care of myself, the nightmares still plagued my sleep. Until the first time I killed a man. Getting that fucker’s blood on my hands stopped the nightmares for a while.

That’s where my nightmare started tonight, the night of that first kill. I hadn’t been in the gang long when one night I stumbled upon a man dragging a teenage girl into an alley. The girl was done up for a night out and I’d had no clue what the fuck she was doing in that part of town, but she was in trouble and needed help. I knew if I didn’t step in to help the girl, no one would. If anything, those that saw what was going on would wait for the asshole to finish with her so they could take a turn.

I knew what it felt like to be taken against your will. There had been both male and female lab techs who’d taken great delight in fucking the beast. Those memories rose up and before I realized what I was doing, I was jogging down the alley behind the struggling girl. My fur had rippled over my skin, but I managed to push it down. I couldn’t risk humans seeing me. Even those that inhabited the darkest corners of alleys would no doubt know what they could get for a lone shifter on the black market.

Pulling a switchblade from my pocket, I flicked it open as I approached. The girl was making enough noise her attacker had no idea he wasn’t alone with his victim until I was on him. Yanking his hair back, I stabbed the knife into his neck, aiming for the vein just above his pulse. Blood spurted and he released the girl to grab at his neck as though he could put the blood back in somehow.

I kicked his body aside and turned to the girl. She sat on her ass in the dirt, her wide, shocked eyes on the rapidly dying man. I stepped between her and him and with a gulp, she slowly moved her gaze up to mine.

“P-please don’t hurt me.”

I shook my head. Like I’d kill a man to get to her? She wasn’t that special. I held the palm not holding the knife out to her.

“Come with me. Others will attack if you stay here.”

She hesitated a moment, her gaze going to the dark corners of the alley behind me. I knew the others were creeping in. None would show their faces while I was still here and armed, but as soon as I was gone, they’d pounce to grab anything valuable from the now dead man.

Her hand trembled as she rested it in mine. As soon as it made contact, I yanked her up and began to drag her to the entrance. She silently trailed behind me until we got closer to the better part of town where the streetlights still glowed. Before we got that far, she pulled on my hand, trying to get free.

Stopping, I turned on her. “What?”

“Y-you k-killed that m-man…”

I growled in frustration. “Yeah? So what? If I hadn’t, he’d have beaten and raped you, then left you in that alley for all the other perverted fuckers that live down there to do the same. You’d have been dead by morning, if you were lucky. You really wanna get into me for saving your ass?”

She was pale under her smeared makeup and shook like a leaf. Not that I cared. Hopefully, she was scared enough she wouldn’t pull the same shit again.

“How far away do you live? I can take you a little further, but I ain’t risking being seen covered in blood in public.”

She rubbed her palms up and down her arms. “Not far. I can get home from here.”

I frowned at her. Something was off. “Not sure I believe you, princess. What the fuck you doing down here in the first place? Surely your momma told you what this place is? Hell, even the homeless folks don’t come near this fucking part of town.”

I suspected she was here for the same reason I was, but she must have been fucking high before she got here for her to think she’d survive. When she stayed silent, I rubbed the back of my neck with my clean hand.

“You were looking for fucking drugs, weren’t you? And let me guess—you don’t want your folks to find out. Well, I didn’t just do what I did for you to get in trouble again so I’m staying with you for now.”

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