Page 69 of Monsters and Beauties

“My female,” he said, low and deep and full of relief.

I was about to go running into his arms, needing to hold him and reassure myself we were both safe, but in the next second the other beast hissed out and was off the ground, hauling himself toward Wolf.

Both creatures crashed together, and I screamed as I stumbled back, losing my footing before falling to the forest ground.

It clawed at Wolf, tearing at his chest until I saw dark stains from blood mat his fur. I screamed, but the sound fell on deaf ears and was pointless.

I couldn’t just stand here and let this happen, so I stood and found the largest rock I could pick up.

Without thinking about my safety or how stupid I was currently being going after something that could split me in half, I launched myself at the other creature and brought the rock down on its skull.

It roared out and swiped out, its claws barely missing my flesh as it rendered the material of my shirt that covered my abdomen.

It didn’t stop me from bringing that stone down again and again, right over its boxy skull, until I smelled the metallic tang of blood coating the air.

With one more hard slam of the stone against its skull, the creature fell to the side, the gaping wound on the back of its head so vividly disgusting, I nearly gagged.

The forest ground became saturated with its blood, its lifeless eyes fixated above, unblinking.

I dropped the stone and stumbled back, unable to catch my breath as I stared at Wolf, who was watching me with this eerily calm expression.

He had four long gouges down the front of his chest, but he didn’t seem like it bothered him as he slowly rose, his colossal form towering over mine. His head lowered and his gaze locked on me.

“My fierce female,” he rumbled out, and I shivered, taking a step back, although I wasn’t sure why.

I wasn’t afraid, not of Wolf. Never of him. There was just something in the way he looked at me, in the tone of his voice, that had my blood pumping for a very different reason.

My skin felt tight, tingly, and I took another step back, and one more. He made an indistinct sound deep within his chest and I felt this flash of heat and a rush of adrenaline soar through every part of me.

He stalked forward, his dick growing erect. My mouth dried and my heart raced. And before I knew what was happening, Wolf reached out and grabbed my throat, yanking me forward so he could drag his nose up and down the side of my throat, scenting me.

He pulled back enough to breathe harshly against the shell of my ear, then warned, “run.”

ChapterEighteen

Wolf

Ifelt the thrill of the hunt rush through me as I chased my Marcella through the woods. Blood covered me, and adrenaline pumped through my veins because of the fight with the rogue creature.

The crazy bastard was starved and wanted my mate. But before I could kill him, my perfect female had taken matters into her own hands and done the job with so much fierceness I felt a swell of pride fill me.

And because of that fight, I was feral, primal, and all I wanted to do was tackle Marcella to the ground, tear away her clothing and rut between her thighs.

I needed to because she was mine and this was the only way I could ensure that, to show her exactly the male she was now tied to for the rest of our lives.

Because I wouldn’t let her go. Never.

“My Little Bird is fast.” My voice was low, but it carried in the wind as I taunted her. Reaching her would have been effortless, but the hunt, the chase, had my cock hard, the length bobbing as I ran faster.

I could hear her heart racing, and smelled how wet she was.

“Is your pussy ready for me, my fragile human?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t answer.

“Are you aching for me to fill you up like I have so much these past few days?”

I paced myself, because I knew as soon as I caught her it would be over. I’d be fierce in my claiming of her, far harder than any other time.

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