Page 3 of Jurassic Submissive

The skin on Hank’s hand began to ripple as he started to shift even further. Bianca darted a glance at the door and Hank’s hand lunged for her throat across the bar. She closed her eyes, trying to accept her untimely demise, but it never came.

Instead, a loud roar filled the bar, shaking the glasses and windows, forcing her eyes open. Patrick, one of her regulars, had shifted and was attacking Hank, who was still in a state of half-shift. She knew Hank wouldn’t be able to finish shifting if Patrick hit him too hard, but she didn’t care about it being a fair fight. She cared about him leaving her the hell alone, about him never coming back into this bar.

Still, the sight of a full grown dinosaur in the center of the tavern unnerved her, and she shrank back into a corner, curling up and wrapping her arms around herself. She knew there would be damage to the building, no matter how this fight ended. When the bar had been designed, the architect’s had chosen to have 40-foot ceilings, which gave the building a very strange, very unusual look.

When the occasional shifter got too drunk and accidentally turned, though, she was always grateful for the ceilings since it meant the building would need minimal repair.

Hank squealed and yelled something at Patrick. Bianca peeked an eye open to see Patrick gripping Hank’s arm between his teeth. There was blood everywhere. If Hank didn’t shift soon, he’d either lose his arm or bleed out completely, but she didn’t care.

She hated the shifters.

She hated all of them and she hated what was about to happen to her tonight.

Patrick was different. She knew that. In the entire year he’d been coming in to T. Quila, he’d never tried anything with her. In fact, he’d been the only one she could talk to freely about how she was settling in and how she was doing.

She watched as he bit and chewed at Hank, causing the man to scream and moan. Blood spurted all over the barstools and the floor, but somehow, Bianca couldn’t bring herself to care. Hank deserved this. He was going to rape her. He was going to devour her. He was going to make her wish she’d never come to Mesozoicara, but worse than that, Hank was going to make her wish she hadn’t been born at all.

Hank’s fighting began to slow as he lost more blood. Patrick had attacked him from behind, so it hadn’t been a fair fight to start, but she didn’t care. She wondered if he was going to pass out. Though he had, at first, been fighting quickly and ferociously, he had slowed down incredibly.

Then Patrick did something Bianca didn’t expect.

He dropped Hank, shifted back to his human form, and reached for the phone behind the bar. He didn’t look at Hank as he dialed a number. He didn’t even look at Bianca.

“Yeah, I need medics at T. Quila.” He was calling for help? Bianca wasn’t sure why Patrick would have attacked a man and then called for help. Shouldn’t he have just let him die? Isn’t that what the monsters did? Dinosaurs weren’t really human. She never let herself believe that they could be, but here was Patrick, doing something bold and brave for the good of someone else.

She watched as he briefly explained the situation, but she was still in shock. After a moment, Patrick hung up the phone and turned to Hank, who was curled up in a ball on the floor.

“The medics are coming for you,” he said coldly. “Never come to this bar again.” Then Patrick turned to Bianca and walked over to her. She scooted back further into her corner, as if that would keep him from seeing her or reaching her, but he came over anyway and stood so that his feet were almost touching hers.

“Are you okay?” He asked her.

Bianca said nothing. She just squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe Patrick would go away. Maybe he would leave and she could just go home. She didn’t want to be here anymore. She didn’t want to deal with this.

“I said,” his voice was deeper, “Are. You. Okay?”

Something in the way he said it made her look up. He looked annoyed that she hadn’t responded, but more than that, he looked concerned. For her? Why would Patrick be worried about her?

“I’m okay,” she whispered finally, and he seemed to accept that. Then he reached down and grabbed her hand. Patrick pu

lled Bianca to her feet and stared into her eyes for a long time, as if trying to decide whether or not she really was fine.

“You’re coming with me tonight,” he said to her. “You shouldn’t be alone.”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I have an apartment on-“

“No.” Patrick’s voice was certain. “You’re coming to my house.”

Despite the fact that Bianca didn’t particularly like being told what to do by someone she wasn’t in bed with, she found herself nodding. Patrick’s words had left no room for argument. They walked past Hank to the front door, barely glancing at him. The medics were already outside as they walked away. Patrick said something to one of the men, who nodded, then he led Bianca to his car.

She got inside and he drove her home.

4.

Patrick wasn’t sure what he was thinking, bringing Bianca back to his place. He knew they could never have normal, vanilla, run-of-the-mill sex. It just wasn’t an option. Patrick didn’t want someone who would lie on her back and take what he gave her while the lights were off. He didn’t want someone who would tolerate him putting his dick in her.

No, Patrick needed someone strong, someone like Bianca. He needed someone who was an independent woman, but who would sacrifice that independence for a little while. He needed someone who was always in control, but who would give up that control to him.

What Patrick needed was submission, and he needed it from Bianca, even though he doubted she would stay once he brought up the idea of domination.

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