Page 8 of Breeding Season
My pussy fucking hurt—everythingfucking hurt.
My heart beat erratically while my mind tried to remain in control. My mom’s words played in my head, “Screaming, crying, yelling will do nothing. Deal with it.”
My eyes filled with tears as I took three deep breaths, and on the final exhale, I felt sane enough to try unpacking the chaos. Outside, the sky was still dark. I went through everything that happened from the bar to the Market block.
And after…
I was no virgin, but he’d made me bleed last night. It wasn’t just that his cock was a monster of its own, but it did something that hurt me so much more than just taking him. I never wanted to do that again. Were there not enough females of their kind? I scoffed. I must have lost my damn mind. It wasn’t the fact that monsters existed, but why they took humans for this when there had to be heifers, or whatever they call them.
The sound of hooves on stone signaled the beast’s return. My body reacted involuntarily; everything clenched, and my nipples pebbled. I was facing the entrance. For a brief moment, the idea of someone else walking in and seeing me like this sent my heart racing. But when he emerged, it pounded for a different reason.
His horns scraped the ceiling, shaggy brown locks framed his features, a gold hoop shone, and his chest rose and dropped. He was built like a fortress. I counted up to eight abs before our eyes locked. His darkened as he approached. I shook my head as I recognized the look in his eye.
Lust.
“No, not yet, I just had you. I’m not ready,” I rasped as he stopped in front of me. His nares widened as his gaze trailed down my body. The blunt tip of his cock pushed from a pocket of some sort, and fear ran through me so fast I felt nauseous, but that wasn’t all. Another feeling… one I didn’t want to acknowledge—a deep, sickening surge of arousal—bloomed in my belly. It only pissed me off more.
Just like before, he ignores me, choosing silence. He reaches out, and I close my legs, but the leather straps keep them from closing all the way. His clawed fingers trailed down a protruding violet vein, swooping up his slick, hot seed. I watched as he pushed it back inside me. The violation sent an electric current through me.
“There’s already too much,” I hissed.
He stepped around me, his claw sliding up my pelvic bone, over my belly, between my breasts, pausing on the hollow of my throat. A heavy grunt fell from his lips as the large hand settled on my face, turning my head until my exposed throat was angled up.
Is this the part where he eats me?
“Look, Mát,” his voice rumbled, calm and absolute, “Witness.”
The warmth of his body radiated from him as my eyes focused on my reflection in the polished iron surface of the chute. Mine weren’t the only set of eyes staring back; his shadowed face hovered above the vulnerable curve of my neck. It was blurred, but the sight of his canines descending was sickeningly clear.
If I have to watch myself die, I swear I’ll come back as a vengeful ghost.
I struggled, but he held my head still as the canines brushed flesh. My face distorted, and a scream filled the room as canines sank into my skin. But those eyes, deep and haunting, refused to let me look away.Witness. When the pain was unbearable, feeling like he’d tear my neck from my body, he suddenly lifted, releasing me. Warm blood oozed down my neck as a different, sharper pain throbbed.
I’d felt freedom for the first time when I got off the plane, and now, it had all been snatched away. A dry, rattling laugh escapedmy lungs, but tears wouldn’t come. I tested the leather straps on my ankles, my movements slow and deliberate. The chains held.
Fine.
The stone ceiling held my focus. I wouldn’t cry, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t just lay here and take it. I’d get out of here, even if it meant killing or being killed for my freedom.
I belong to no one.
Break
Taur
The release had been a draining void that left me shuddering over her. Now, my claiming mark sat like a raw trophy on her pretty little neck. My chest now burned with the need to show my marked Mát off. My balls were already full, my arousal a heavy, undeniable throb. The effect of my seed would help her body accept the Claim. The first time had been painful, but the next would be easier. She didn’t know it yet, but I was helping her.
The cool night breeze had run through my furs, calming me. I delayed my return for an hour, convincing myself she needed a break. Upon returning, one look at her, and all thoughts of letting her rest vanished. I couldn’t stop myself from biting her.
The silver crescent pulsed, a scorching, undeniable link to her essence. It confirmed the physical Claim, but we both felt the intangible one now. I felt it more intensely than she did, but she would feel more with time. Along with it came an angry spike—her mind was fire and chaos.
Losing myself in her had been a raw, addictive pleasure I hadn’t known existed. For generations, the breeding had been a ritual, for survival, our duty to our Herd. Even now, my bulls bred the offerings I denied for pleasure. With her, it feltmore. My balls tingled with pleasure at the thought of having her again. It had been too long since this thirst had goneunquenched; this all-consuming focus on a female filled the ever-building void I’d been suffering from.
The magic told me she was mine—her body, maybe, but her mind was defiant. That desperate refusal should have demanded a cold punishment, but instead, it only elevated my need for her. I wanted to rut her until she cried my name, until her cunt overflowed with my seed, and puddles covered the floor. I needed her to break, yes, but more than that, I needed to feel her spirit yield to me. To crave me as I craved her.
She fought me on a level I hadn’t anticipated, but now craved.
That fierce mental rejection was a weakness I could not afford. For my position to be unchallenged, for the future of the Herd, I needed to force her mental submission too. Her internal rebellion was a liability.
