Page 25 of Primal Hunger

Eager to run? No.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I say through gritted teeth. I curl my fingers into the soft ground.

“A brave thing to say. Brave andfoolish.”

A chuckle rumbles in his chest and he surges forward, burying the head inside. I whimper at the stretch, but my pussy has a mind of her own. She conforms, pulses, wraps around himand clamps down like she wants to suck him dry. I might be a little conflicted, but she’s made her choice.

Traitorous bitch.

I’m sopping wet and aching for him to slide all the way home no matter how much it might hurt. Christ, that cock. It’s huge. I force myself to meet his gaze.

The glowing orbs of his eyes take on a darker hue of red.

“Better you learn to submit now,” he says, pressing further inside me. “You’re my pet. I’ll do what I please with you, with or without your permission. Including fucking you.”

I squeak at those words, the air in my lungs coming out in a strangled breath. His hand comes up around my throat, squeezing as he thrusts his hips forward, burying everything but the knot at the base inside me.

Shit.

He’s too big. Too girthy for me to take him comfortably inside of me. The fur of his hips tickles my bare skin as I stretch to accommodate him.

The moan that escapes my lips hardly sounds like me: needy, desperate. I want more, and I roll my hips up to meet him as my eyes flutter closed. I don’t know what else the Grim has in store for me, but I want it all. I’m at his mercy, my body calling for more.

Why has he stopped? To give me time to adjust?

His hand squeezes my neck.

I want to be licked, sucked, fucked,devoured. I can’t remember ever feeling like this before, this charged. Not with any of my exes for sure.

Is it the wrongness of this that makes it so hot?

My mind fractures as he withdraws and slams inside again quickly, a guttural noise erupting from his throat every time he buries his cock in me. I pant breathily through every stroke. My mind is cartwheeling out of control as my body is flooded withan animalistic pleasure, and I grab at the ground for anything to brace myself with as he plows into me repeatedly.

Fucking me senseless.

Pain and pleasure mingle together and I can’t move. I can’t wrap my legs around him because my pants are still wrapped around my ankles.

He’s deep enough without adjusting the position.

His hot breath fans across my cheeks and I turn my head away, tears of pleasure pricking the corner of my eyes through every harsh, punishing slap of his body against me.

I reach up to squeeze my breasts through my shirt, wondering what it would be like to feel his hot tongue flick overthem, or how the sharpness of his claws would feel raked over each nipple. He must enjoy the show, because the growl in his chest grows louder, sending shivers skittering down my spine, and I chew on my bottom lip as he works his cock inside me.

Gods, I want more.

“You like this, little human? Knowing you are mine to use?”

No sooner does the thought cross my mind, he pulls his cock out of me abruptly and grabs my waist with one of his massive hands. In a swift motion, he flips me over onto my stomach and wrenches my hips up off the ground, forcing my knees to support my weight. The rough terrain bites into the tender skin of my hands and knees, but I quickly forget the pain as he lines himself up again.

“Knowing you are mine to destroy?”

Without warning, he pushes inside, thrusting so hard black dots flash before my eyes. I brace myself against the aching pleasure. He growls out into the night, and part of me worries that something is going to overhear us and come snooping, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, his claws dig into my hips, dragging me back against him with every thrust until I’m panting, gasping for air.

The girth of his cock, the length of it, is going to kill me.

He clamps down on me and leans over my back, using his hips to arch me almost off my knees from the force and the pressure.

I scream.

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