Page 57 of Monsters and Beauties

I just stared at him, feeling something strange grow in my chest. For being so beastly, he was this gentle giant deep down inside.

Wolf held out the food and I went to take it from him, but his low growl and a small shake of his head stopped me.

“Let me feed you.” He leaned forward and focused on my mouth. “There’s nothing I want more than to please you, Marcella.” He was breathing harder now. “And feeding you gives me great pleasure. So open for me,” he huskily murmured.

I parted my mouth and let him slip the food inside.

“That’s my good girl,” he all but purred. “I want you to be happy here. I want to give you whatever you need and desire.”

As I chewed, my heart was pounding and my body was lighting up.

“And if it’ll make you happy to gather your items, so be it. I’ll take you at first light.”

Wolf was changing the rules. He was going from captor to caregiver, and I shouldn’t have felt myself wanting him because of how soft he was being toward me.

I knew what I’d do when he took me. Gathering my things from the cabin wasn’t therealreason I asked again.

I’d try to escape. I knew that would probably be my only chance, because as much as Wolf took care of me... this wasn’t my home.

Right?

ChapterThirteen

Marcella

Snuggling in deeper under the furs, I felt my eyes droop with sleepiness.

After I’d eaten my fill of the meat strips, and the nuts and berries Wolf had given me, we’d bathed, come back to the cave, and now I heard him shuffling around.

I let that drowsiness take over just a little more until the motion of Wolf awoke me, as he pulled the fur aside and slipped in behind me.

He smelled like the outside, like the crisp air and the absence of pollution I’d been so accustomed to while living in the city.

His body was also cold, as if the wind had stroked over his fur from being outside. I tried to move away slightly, a shiver claiming me at the chilliness that surrounded him. But he wouldn’t have any of that.

He placed his palm on the center of my belly, gave a grunt of disapproval, and pulled me back against his chest.

Then he wrapped himself fully around me, his erection already digging against my ass, which immediately sent a flush of heat straight between my thighs.

Being held by him shouldn’t have felt so right.

It shouldn’t have felt so good or arousing. Because I was so wet right now and all it had taken was the scent of him and the feel of his body against mine to turn that switch on inside me.

I wanted more of those heavy pets he liked to give me before I fell asleep, wanted to feel him dragging that thick tongue over my exposed skin and hear him growl because he loved doing it so much.

I lay there and feigned sleep, even though I knew he was probably fully aware I was awake.

I was having a hard time controlling my breathing, felt myself become wetter, my nipples stabbing through the material of my shirt.

My clothing was stiff from having to air dry after washing it out in the pond. I should have gone naked while I slept, the material scratchy and abrading my flesh, but my clothes almost felt like a shield, like they would somehow help me keep my sanity and not accept this as my reality.

Even if—the more I thought about it— this wasn’t the absolute worst outcome I'd ever experienced.

And truthfully, I enjoy feeling his warm, big body surrounding me.

I was losing my mind. Could you get Stockholm Syndrome this early after being kidnapped? Was everything I knew about reality completely false? How could something so good and feel so right be wrong in any way?

I could feel his tail moving up and down my calf before sliding up to my thigh. He curled his paw around my hip, thrust gently against my ass, digging his cock against the crease.

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