Page 7 of Prey for Me

Someoneelse is here, not just the creatures lurking in the dark.

“What do we have here?” A voice like the sound of shattering glass grits out, and I jump away from hands that shoot out from the dark.

I stumble, falling to the ground, still too uncoordinated to be leaping around. I try to hit whoever it is with my stick, but he’s quicker and pins me to the ground in a flash. I wince as he clutches my bandaged wrists, and I’m forced nose to nose with a masked stranger. His mask resembles a black wolf, half of his bearded face and rotten teeth visible. The eye holes reveal misty gray eyes. But unlike the misty oasis I woke up in, his eyes, thick with lust, inspire nothing but fear.

“I spy a little white rabbit wandering in the woods. And you’re in heat, sweet omega. It’s my lucky night; a perfect end to what I thought would be a fruitless hunt,” he says in strangely accented English I can’t pin down.

His words are worse than a blow to the head or my heart. His words bring my world crumbling down. As if on cue, I can feel slickness building between my trembling thighs, dripping from my womb. He licks his chapped, peeling lips, Adam’s apple bobbing on his brutally scarred neck, before licking my exposed neck.

I can’t be in heat! I can’t medically! It’s impossible! All the specialists assured me. But just like surviving the crash, I’m coming to learn the hard way that miracles really do happen sometimes, even when you don’t want to beat the statistical odds.

“Get the hell off me, you bastard!” I shout, trying to head butt him or knee him in the nuts like I did my guards.

But it’s no use. I don’t have the element of surprise, and despite being skeleton thin, what meat this alpha has on his bones is pure muscle. His hard-on digs into my stomach, and he pants like a rabid dog.

“I’m going to knot you bitch! I’m going to claim you as my mate. My pack said I was lying. Planes and boats crash all the time on this cursed island. But I knew that scent. That delicious scent led me to you, and you to me. I knew an omega was here,” he rambles, breathing hard, groping me with one bony paw as his other hand pins both of my wrists with ease.

I scream and scream, but I can’t seem to fight back. I won’t win. I’ll be raped. Then he might kill and maybe eat me. Aren’t psychos trapped on islands usually cannibals too? Maybe in the movies, but I don’t have any other context to work with. But I can’t give up because I can’t die like this. I try to find some shards of glass and cut him so he’ll let me loose. But I can’t evenget my wrists out of his sweaty hands, and his filthy pheromones flood my nose. He smells like hot garbage, worse than his rancid breath as he licks my neck and claws my breasts.

“Ahhhhhh!” My scream doesn’t sound like my own, and it isn’t. I am screaming, but so is the black wolf-masked alpha, his jaw distended and…

Holy shit, something metallic is sticking through his neck!

The wolf rolls off of me, or more like he’s kicked. Then he’s forced to stand up with the knife still plunged into his neck. Behind him is a mountain of a man with flaming red hair, tanned freckled skin, and piercing green eyes that gleam like gems, naked besides a pair of the shortest, torn brown shorts I’ve ever seen. They’re barely holding onto his toned, muscular ass. He doesn’t wear shoes or any other article of clothing, giving me a near-perfect view of his animalistic yet graceful body. Unlike the wolf, he’s leaner and muscular, but somehow more scarred, too.

They’re everywhere, the fox’s scars, including his neck and hands, almost as numerous as his freckles, it seems. And shielding half of his face is a black fox mask.

“Play in your part of the woods, wolf. This territory and this omega belong tous.What are you doing on the South Shore anyway?” he says, voice like velvet, and his scent is driving me wild!

He smells like the forest after a heavy storm, an earthy musk that makes my pussy flood. I’m disgusted by the pool of slick that drenches my thighs, but I can’t deny the evidence of what this alpha’s scent is doing to me. A fragrance that smells oddly familiar to me…

“Fox got your tongue, wolf?” the nameless killer, my savior, jokes.

The wolf can’t speak with a knife buried in his neck. He gurgles, spasms, and claws at his severed flesh, and then crumbles to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut,when the fox-masked alpha yanks his knife out of the wolf’s throat. Then helickshis bloody blade, and it takes everything in me not to throw up, afraid I’ll choke on it as I struggle to stand.

“Die you piece of shit! Get away from me!” I scream, everything speeding back up, for the whole scene unfolded in slow motion for me.

I grab my stick and get up, wheezing all the while. The new psycho alpha tilts his head as if he were a child observing something strange, smiling at me in a way that makes my skin crawl. He steps closer, and I hold my ground, knowing I can’t outrun him. At least I don’t think. But what am I going to do if he attacks?

“Omega, know this,” he says cooly, his sensual voice mesmerizing, “We will not die for you…”

“Ah!” I scream as he suddenly flings his knife above my head as quickly as a flash of lightning.

It sails down the path to the city as I turn around to watch. A low groan hits my ears, and I spot another wolf-masked man, this one with deeply tan skin, fall to his knees. He grabs at the knife but can’t seem to reach it; it’s buried in the hole where his eye used to be. I turn back around, shaking from head to toe, and not from my heat. The deranged grin on the fox’s face grows larger, showing off all of his shiny, sharp, bright white teeth.

“But we are prepared tokill,” he finishes his sentence, and I whimper in fear.

I don’t wait around to find out who the ‘we’ are. This is the second time he’s referred to what I can only assume is his pack. So, Irun.

My heart hammers so hard against my chest that I cry from the effort, trying to swallow, to breathe, only to choke on air. Every nerve ending is screaming bloody murder, but I have to flee that bloody crime scene or I might be next. I stumble on the last turn on the road towards the city, losing my footing as Itumble down a hill and out into an open field, throwing myself towards the grass closer to the forest to blunt the impact.

“Fuck!” I scream, my head swimming from dizziness, and then sharp pain as it collides with something hard as I roll into a tree.

My back seizes up, a pathetic whine escaping me as I lie in a crumbled, bruised mess on the ground. For a moment, I consider giving in, a fleeting moment. I’m in heat, for fuck’s sake. How bad can it truly be to submit if I can escape with my life? The fox wants me; he doesn’t want to kill me. Not yet, anyway. Maybe I can escape after him and his pack grow tired and my heat wanes. The thought is tempting, so fucking tempting when everything hurts, and I’m hungry and overheating and all alone against such tremendous power.

Until the image of my little sister trapped on a sinking yacht on fire overpowers me, and I get the hell up.

“Haa… Haa!” My breathing is ragged, scanning the dimly lit forest floor for something heavy enough to fight with.

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