Page 11 of Monster's Obsession

Her hiss was released through gritted teeth before she swung, aiming at my knee. I didn’t bother to block the blow, though the joint complained when the pot connected. Her strength was no match to mine.

Smile back on my face, I wrapped a hand around the pot, carefully pulling it from her grip, though she hung on with all her might. Tossing it behind me as I watched her back away once she was unarmed, I couldn’t help the pleasure flooding through me.

Leaning down to meet her eyes, I reached out and caressed the side of her face as she cringed away, trembling beneath my touch. I wanted her trembling for a different reason, but we had to leave the village for that.

“Gladly, little beauty.”

Chapter Eight

Meaghan

Iscreamed as I landed on a broad shoulder, the noise ending with a grunt as the air whooshed from me. The world spun as the monster turned, stooping to grab something before stomping toward the door.

“No. No! Put me down!”

It was a struggle to think enough to form words, the hormones flooding my veins delighted by the alpha’s show of strength. The omega part of me didn’t care if the male was human, though the destruction of my nest left me unsettled and those feelings swirled with the fear and lust swarming my brain.

The monster ignored me, swatting my ass and pinning my legs when I kicked. The gush of fluid that left me to soak his already wet fur was shameful, the growl he released causing another clench that brought forth more.

Opening my mouth to protest again, it turned into a squeal as cold water pelted my back and upturned bottom, my dress soaking through in moments and doing nothing to protect me. Wriggling, I tried to get the alpha to release me before his long strides took us any further, but his hold around my legs onlytightened, another deep growl penetrating my body and leaving me gasping around the pain of another cramp.

Mind clouding, the only thing allowing me to think through my cycle was the cool water trickling down my spine to chill my nape.

“Please don’t growl. It hurts.”

The rumble tapered away, the horn digging into my side moving as the monster turned his head to peek at me.

“I will try, little omega, if you don’t make it harder than it already is.”

I choked back the sob threatening to well up my throat, blinking rain from my eyes to raise my head and watch my village disappear as we slipped beneath the trees. I’d never felt accepted there, yet I’d never thought to leave, and a part of me knew I’d never return. I told myself the need to cry was brought on by the fact that I was being kidnapped, but a deeper part of me knew it was because I finally had to accept that the life I’d envisioned there would have never been real. I doubted anyone would miss me beyond the fact that there was one less omega to claim.

Muscles giving out, I flopped against the monster’s back, trying to hide my sniffles. Between the loss of my nest, the confused feelings of fear and arousal, and the way I’d been handled with such ease, it was hard not to let despair take over. The only bonus seemed to be that, for the moment, my cramps had eased, the lust burning through my veins cooled by the rain-soaked cloth clinging to my body.

I was carried deeper into the forest. The trees tossed in the wind of the storm, sending random scatters of raindrops to torment my heated skin. It wasn’t long before I was thoroughly lost and the cramps returned, the pain amplified by the broad shoulder I was bent over, digging into my belly with each joltingstride. With blood rushing to my head and lungs unable to expand, there was nothing comfortable about my situation.

Another cramp grabbed my insides and twisted, the pull on my spine creating a dull ache that drove a whine from my throat despite trying to hold it back.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

I huffed at the rumbled question, pressing my hands to the monster’s back so I didn’t swing so much with each step. I was growing nauseous with the swaying, but the silky feel of his fur distracted me for a moment.

The beginning of a growl vibrated from his chest when I didn’t answer.

“Everything,” I mumbled, hoping it was good enough to stop the growl so the clenching of my core would ease.

“Explain. I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what it is.”

I huffed again, fingers digging into the muscle beneath the dark covering of hair. I wanted to blame the thrill I felt on hormones, but I wasn’t sure I could.

“It hurts.”

I’d barely gotten the words out when the world spun and I found myself cradled against a hard chest, looking up through the raindrops at a face that should have terrified me, but the scent of cinnamon musk played tricks on my mind.

“Better?”

“Umm, a little?”

It was growing harder to focus on words and the fact that I should be angry with the massive male. The heat of him soaked into my side where I was pressed against him, and his scent filled every breath, wreaking havoc on my system.

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