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"I was built with aheimaen," Roz said. Fás's ear twitched.
"A what?"
"It's a human thing, I guess," she shrugged. "There's a membrane in my vagina that will tear my first time. I might bleed, but it's normal. Don't be frightened, okay?"
Fásach's nose wrinkled, knowingexactlywhy she would have been built with one. He licked back a snarl, crushing his claws into his palms to keep the sound at bay. "Okay."
Then Roz was in front of him, blocking out the sun so that its pink glow graced her spirals like a halo. She pulled his face down and kissed each of his antlers. Fásach's eyes popped open with surprise. He watched her lips as she pressed her forehead to his and rubbed his pedicles. "I was reading through my yiwreni database when I woke up this morning," she murmured. "This is what the warrior'sthuaisdoes before a rut hunt, right?"
Fásach swallowed hard, holding her steady by the elbows as the wind pushed against them. "I don't know. I left Byddie before coming of age."
Roz captured his stare as she stepped back one precarious foot after the other, wobbling slightly over the mossy stones. She swayed, using her hands for balance as Fásach watched.
He leaned towards her but kept his ground, feeling her pull on him like a cord tied to his spine. Every step she took mesmerized him until he was panting, focused, his hackles pushing uncomfortably against his clothing. After two nights sleeping against her heat, he didn't like that she was so far away. It made his fever spike and his jaw creak as he clenched his teeth.
The pull towards her became irresistible the further away she shuffled, and Fásach finally took a step forward. She halted, the breath caught in her lungs. He froze in time with her, ears perked, muscles quivering.
And when she pushed the coveralls off her body one shoulder at a time, Fásach licked his lips. She watched him as she slid her thermals down bare limbs that pebbled in the chillair. Then, by the gods, she was naked and slipping her socked feet back into her boots. Her thighs were wide and thick, and her breasts were heavy. Between her legs, a soft shadow of fur cast across her mound, hiding it yet again from his view. A whine of desperation escaped his throat as her scent caught the breeze.
"I want you to count to ten," she breathed. "And when you catch me, I'll be yours."
"You'll be mine."Forever.His voice was a mangled mess of need, so rough it could hardly be called a voice. But Roz nodded. She understood.
Then she turned. And she ran.
The war chuckle that exploded from Fásach's throat was beyond his control. Deep, vicious, full of excitement. He watched her lovely flesh shake as she navigated the moss, and he pulled his shirt over his head.
"One," he snarled with conviction, the hem of his shirt catching on an antler. It tore as he tossed it to the ground. "Two." A hunter's smile spread across his face as he began to pant. "Three." His boots came off next, ears swiveled towards Roz's sounds. "Four!" he roared, teasing her from afar. He heard her gasp and huffed with dangerous laughter. "Five!"
Then he took off.
She never said he had towaittil ten to chase her.
When Roz realized he was closing in on her, she screamed, and it wasdelicious.Full of fear and anticipation, a trill of the highest registers of their harmony. He was going to have her in his arms within moments, and the excitement of feeling that warm, trembling woman pinned beneath his weight made him salivate. He reached for her, his claws brushing against her curls…
“Six!” he snarled.
Then suddenly, she wasn't ahead of him, but running at an angle. He slid on the moss, digging it up with his claws as hetried to stop. She turned to watch as he slid several feet across the ground with a growl.
Roz grinned in victory and cupped her mouth in those soft palms.
"Poor puppy. Don't you know I like it when you're rough? Can't let you catch me unless you're drooling, can I?"
So that's how this was going to go.
Snapping his jaws, Fásach tore off after her. She picked up a mossy stone and bolted, moving faster than he'd ever seen her. She was giving it her all, taking the hunt seriously. Histhuaiswouldn't lay down and roll over for just anyone, and the thought ofwinningher through effort made the chase all the more salivating.
Roz wasn't prey unless she wanted to be.
The dilapidated pods loomed ahead as she ran straight for them. Swinging around one rusted leg, she threw her stone at him, forcing him to duck and lose a precious pace behind her.Seven.When he swung around the corner after her, an ancient, rotting plank of crate wood came crashing down on his hardened forehead. It shattered on impact, and he wheeled back, shocked.
Roz gasped. They stared at each other. Then she fuckinggiggled.
"You're a vixen, you know that?" Fásach purred with a sinister sort of joy, a bead of saliva falling from his fang.Eight.He lunged for her, but she ducked under the pod they'd slept in, fitting into a space that was too small for him. He snarled, clawing at the siding and bending it out of shape. He cursed desperately, loudly, the need to get after her and feel her in his hands tearing him apart as his cock wept, a steel bar pressed up against his belly.
Then he heard her scramble on the other side, short of breath. He raced her to the opposite side of the pod, and as she got to her feet, he tackled her to the ground in the open air,his palm clutching her wild, tangled silk, taking the brunt of the impact.
Roz didn't waste time submitting. Blood blossomed in the air as Fásach's knuckles scraped across the earth in her struggle. She kicked with more power than he'd anticipated, winding him, missing his cock by mere inches as her heel dug into his abdomen and lifted him off her. His shoulders slammed into the pod, and its siding shuddered with a metallic roll of thunder.
