Page 5 of Demon Seed

The scent of Selene’s heat rolls toward me in waves, sweet nectar and wild honey, with something primal underneath that calls to the darkness inside me. I can't tear my gaze away as beads of sweat form along her collarbone, glistening in the dim light. The scent of her heat makes my mouth water. I’m fighting a losing battle. There’s no way I can deny the pull to mate. There’s no time for formal courting or sacred declaration of love. Selene is ripe, and nature dictates that we mate.

"Why are you staring?" she whispers. “And panting?”

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. I hadn't realized how hard I'm breathing until she points it out with a small, knowing smile. The one that says she understands precisely what's happening to me.

"I can't help it," I manage to say, my voice rougher than I intend. "You know what you're doing to me."

Selene steps closer, and her intoxicating scent envelops me. My hands clench tightly at my sides, a primal reaction to her nearness. We both understand the undeniable pull between us, the raw magnetism that binds us together. There’s no escaping it now.

"I'm going to leave now," Selene dares, tilting her head to reveal the inviting curve of her neck. "Please don’t follow." Her words linger in the air, but her voice lacks true conviction.

We both know I won't heed her request. I can't let her walk away, not when every fiber of my being screams to claim her as mine, to possess her completely.

"Selene," I growl, her name a warning even to my own ears.

She backs away, one deliberate step at a time, her eyes never leaving mine. The moonlight cuts through the trees, painting silver streaks across her face, catching in her eyes until they gleam like polished coins. The forest around us seems to hold its breath.

"Don't," she whispers, but her body betrays her. Her pulse flutters visibly at her throat, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. The wind shifts, carrying her scent to me again—wild, sweet, intoxicating.

I take a step forward, drawn by something deeper than conscious thought. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring. "You know what happens if you run."

A slight smile plays at the corners of her mouth, dangerous and knowing. "I’m not sure that I do."

She turns away, her dark hair catching the moonlight, and then she's gone, slipping between the trees like a phantom.

A low groan builds in my chest. She can't possibly think I'd let her walk away. Not now. Not like this. For one heartbeat, I remain frozen, fighting the primal urge that threatens to consume me. But it's futile. The chase has begun.

I surge forward, letting instinct guide me. The forest floor is soft beneath my feet, branches whipping past my face as I follow her trail. Her scent is everywhere now, marking a path I could follow blindfolded. I can hear her ahead of me—the snap of twigs, her quickened breathing, the pounding of her heart calling to mine.

She wants this as much as I do. The thought burns through me, feeding the fire in my blood. Each step I take is measured and controlled, but inside, I'm unraveling. The beast that lives within me, the one I've kept caged for so long, rattles its bars.

In the heart of the forest, I imprison her within a circle of towering trees and a cold, unyielding boulder at her back. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in a wild rhythm. Those eyes, shining brightly, even in the night, lock onto mine, unblinking and unafraid of my primal savagery.

"You caught me," she says, her voice laced with raw, carnal pleasure, accepting what is to come.

"You knew I would," I growl, invading her space, drawing close enough to feel the feverish heat rolling off her skin. "You can't escape this, Selene. Escape us." I can smell her arousal, her passion, and the scent of her sex.

"I'm not running anymore," Selene purrs, slowly turning and sinking to her knees before me, her ass presented high and proud, a clear invitation to mate.

The sight of Selene, ready and eager, sends a primal surge through my veins, and I answer her call without hesitation, ready to mate, to rut, to make her mine in the most primal way.I can see her glistening sex, her arousal on her inner thighs, her need obvious as she arches her back for me.

My body aches with need.

I accept her invitation without hesitation, my body taking control as I prepare to take her, hard and wild, which is precisely what she needs.

Selene

Heat rises within me, a primal force I can no longer control. I tremble as I sink to my knees on the cool, damp moss. The forest seems to pulse around me, primeval trees witnessing my surrender.

"Vesper," I whisper, too aroused to understand what's happening to my body.

I arch my back, presenting myself in the most primitive of offerings. I abandon the trappings of civilization, the careful walls I've built around my desires. There is only this moment, this need that consumes me like wildfire.

Behind me, I hear his breathing change. The rustle of leaves beneath his feet as he approaches. My skin prickles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and singing. His scent—wild, masculine, intoxicating—fills my nostrils, and I whimper softly.

I should feel shame in this position, on all fours like a wild thing, but the burning in my blood washes away such concerns. I am raw instinct now, a creature of the forest as ancient as the towering trees surrounding us.

"Please," I manage to gasp, the word barely recognizable through the haze of my desire. "I can't… I can't bear it anymore."

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