Page 41 of Primal Snow

I’m exhausted. My body aches, sore and tender from his relentless attention, but there’s a strange, twisted pleasure in the pain now. It’s a sensation I’ve come to expect, even crave, in some dark corner of my mind I no longer fully recognize as my own.

It’s been like this since I surrendered. The moment I gave in, he became insatiable, driven by something deeper than mere pleasure. It’s an instinct. To claim, to breed, to make me forever his. I know now that’s why he brought me here. And it’s working. The days blur together, all the same. I’m certain he’s already planted his seed deep within me, but that doesn’t slow him down. There’s no end in sight to his brutal mating rituals.

My thoughts drift to the life I once had—the sunlight, the beach, the freedom—but those memories feel distant now, like they belong to someone else. I can hardly remember what it felt like to be normal… to be a human. All that’s real is this: the weight of his body, the heat of his cock, the way he fills me so completely that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

A part of me still screams to resist, to fight, but it’s a faint voice, drowned out by the overwhelming tide of sensation and the strange comfort of his possession. He has broken me down and rebuilt me into something that exists solely for him.

And somehow, that thought doesn’t terrify me as much as it once did. There’s a twisted, perverse kind ofsafety in knowing I no longer have any control—not over my life, not over my body.

A thunderous roar rumbles from his chest as he slams deep one final time, his body stiffening above me. I feel him pulse inside, his knots swelling, locking us together as his release floods my insides with unbearable heat. My body clenches around him instinctively, milking every last drop, and a sick sort of satisfaction curls through me at the way he groans, overcome by pleasure.

He withdraws only to watch his cum mixed with my juices spill out of me, marking me as his. But he doesn’t let it go to waste. With a possessive growl, he pushes it back inside with his thick fingers, thrusting them deep, curling them in a way that has me arching against him despite myself. His tongue flicks across my nipple, sharp fangs scraping against hypersensitive flesh, as he finds that spot inside me that makes me come, gushing over his fingers.

A whimper escapes my lips, and before I can catch my breath, he’s back inside me. His hands grip my ass, spreading me open wider as he lifts me, angling me to take him even further. He crams deep and slow, as if savoring the way my body stretches to accommodate him. With each deliberate stroke, I feel the tip of his monstrous cock pressing against my cervix. A sharp, searing pain collides with a pleasure so intense it borders on insufferable.

But I love it.

“Oh yes! Breed my tight little pussy,” I moan feverishly. My walls close around him as sensations hit me with a blinding wave.

I come undone once more, pushing him to the edge right with me, and his seed fills me to the brim as he releases again.

As I lie there, spent and trembling, I feel his weight crashing me as he collapses on top of my body. But I don’t mind. Dare I even say that I find it pleasant?

This is my reality now. Strangely enough, that knowledge doesn’t hurt as much as it should.

Once his heartbeat slows and breath evens out, he rises to his full height and heads outside. He probably went to get us some food, maybe some wood, too, since we’re getting low. He’ll be back soon, and I close my eyes, enjoying a moment to relax.

But something outside stirs me from my rest. At first, it’s distant, barely audible over the faint whisper of the wind against the cave walls. Then it grows louder, sharper, slicing through the cold mountain air.

My heart skips. I know that sound. The unmistakable whir of helicopter blades cutting through the sky.

I bolt upright as adrenaline jolts through me, my breath catching in my throat, thoughts slamming into me all at once.

Could it be? A rescue team? Maybe someoneislooking for me. They have to be… right?

Regardless, thereissomeone out there. This is my chance.

I don’t hesitate. Naked and exposed, I rush toward the cave’s opening, ignoring the ache in my thighs and therawness between my legs. Pain doesn’t matter. Not now.

The chopper looms above the treetops, its dark silhouette stark across the pale sky. The sound grows deafening as it hovers, just beyond the edge of the cave. It’s right there. All I have to do is step out. If I move, just one step, I can be seen. If I wave my arms, scream, anything, I can be saved. They’ll take me away from this place, away from the cold, away from pain.

Away from him.

But I don’t move. I can’t. I’m frozen at the entrance in the shadows, my heart pounding, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stare at the machine. Slowly, the doubt creeps in, planting its roots deep in my mind. A chill spreads through me, and my body trembles, but it’s not from the cold. It’s something much deeper. Something darker.

How could I go back to that world? After everything?

The weight of that question settles over.

My heart clenches as a wave of shame crashes over me, sharp and suffocating. Nobody would ever understand. They’d call me crazy and look at me like a freak, a victim corrupted by the beast that slaughtered my friends. My boyfriend.

Chase.

His name should hurt. But it doesn’t.

It should tear me apart. But it only leaves a hollow space.

My stomach churns at the memory of how easily Yeti tore into him. Like he was nothing more than helpless prey. And yet… the thought doesn’t bring the grief it did just a while ago. It doesn’t bring anything at all. I’m empty. Or maybe I’m full—so full ofhimthat there’s no room foranything else.

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