Page 8 of Monster's Prey

“Take your time, little rabbit.”

I could feel his hardness pressing against me, yet he wasn’t rushing me. Trembling, I sucked in an unsteady lungful of his scent, shaking the old memories.

Afresh start. A new life.

I pushed back into his strength and patted the hand on my shoulder before kneeling with a sigh.

Start with a clean slate.

I tugged the furs from the corner, noticing the depression in the stone. It was almost a perfect oval, the narrow ends touching the back and side walls of the cave, with a small, raised area between the long edge and the corner.

Disturbing the bedding stirred up Av’dag’s scent and it filled my senses, washing away more of my worry. A part of my brain screamed this was crazy, that I should have tried harder to get away, but a larger part wanted him.

Wanted something new.

Someone I couldn’t compare to my first mate.

What was life if you didn’t take risks? I’d almost lost mine twice, and there was nothing to show I’d ever lived at all.

I ran my hands over the furs, deciding which to use. The cave had a considerable chill, but with a layer below to protect us from the leaching effect of the stone, and with Av’dag to keep me warm, there would be no need for a cover. There were no pillows, but there were enough pelts to provide cushion where it was needed if I placed them properly.

Building a nest was done by feel, but I’d never had to create one large enough for a monster. Once I filled the depression with the thicker furs, I hesitated, looking over my shoulder at Av’dag.

He stood a few paces away, arms crossed over his chest, his massive cock jutting from his groin. It jerked as my gaze landed on it, the dark, glistening tip making my mouth water, and I forgot why I’d turned to him.

“Yes, little rabbit?”

I startled, yanking my attention up to his face. His smugness was clear even on his inhuman features.

“I need you to lie down.”

My hands fluttered toward the nest as I struggled not to stare at his shaft. My core clenched and cramped, my legs dripping with my arousal. A puddle had formed beneath me as I squirmed on the stone, but even without the proof, there was no hiding his effect on me.

“As you wish.”

He stepped around me, careful not to rumple the furs as he settled atop them. His eyes locked on mine as he laid back, lacing his fingers in a strangely human gesture over his abdomen.

“Like this?”

I bit my lip, forcing myself to focus and not let my gaze roam. The cave had grown too warm, and a trickle of sweat traced my spine, making me wish I wasn’t still wearing my dress.

“Yes.”

Looking down at the pelts I had left, I brought my mind back to building the nest. Smoothing the creases from when he stepped in, I tested the thickness of padding beneath him and added layers where necessary until there was only one fur left.

Stroking the soft, short pelt, I let my eyes wander over the nest and the male within it. He remained perfectly still, his gaze trained on me. He was so large, he almost fell outside the confines of the depression, but I’d adjusted the furs until he was cradled and cushioned all the way around. I wasn’t sure what to do with the last fur…

And then I realized his horns kept his head from resting the way mine would.

Rolling the pelt, I fluffed and flattened it as I shuffled around until I knelt behind his head. The fire had died down, and his eyes looked like black pools as they stared up at me. His nostrils flared at my nearness, but he held still.

Watching.

“Raise your head.”

My voice was a bare whisper, but he obeyed, lifting his head the short distance I needed to tuck the fur beneath his neck and skull. He relaxed again, the makeshift pillow fitting perfectly between his horns.

Licking my lips, I continued to stare down at him. My mind had grown fuzzy while I worked, focused on the task at hand, but now that I’d finished, the fog lifted, and I was unsure what to do next. Part of me felt silly for making such a fuss of it when I knew he was bound to move, but instincts had insisted the nest be perfect.

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