Until recently, I lived alone with my mother in Bogbeast Waters, with no contact with anyone but her. I was naive, and even though it was a constant struggle to care for Mama and her moods, I stayed content. As long as I brought home a good catch every day and could keep Mama from tearing down the house in one of her fits about being watched by wolf packs or murdered in the night, I could rest easy.
Now I’m all over the place, with mood swings like a ‘coon swinging from the Spanish moss, flying from one tree to the next. I wonder if this is how Mama’s moods felt from the inside, since I only saw them from the outside.
Tugging my mind back to my current situation with this maddening man across from me, I drag the back of my hand across my lips. Axel watches my every move, as hungry and wanting as I am. But I don’t want to want him. I want to hate him. I leap to my feet and sprint away again, through the palmettos and pines. I hear his footsteps coming hard and fast behind me, and again, he catches me. He lifts me off my feet, growling into my ear.
My body explodes with shivers of heat. I writhe and kick, my foot connecting with his shin, and he takes us to the ground. He pins my hands, his body matching mine on all fours. I can feel his cock, and I arch my
back, pressing back against it, panting for him to fill my throbbing core. My wetness coats my center, my thighs, his thick cock.
“Axel,” I moan, grinding against the heat of his cock. It keeps slipping away when I try to push back onto it, impaling myself. “Help me.”
In one motion, he flips me onto my back. I open my legs eagerly, and he sinks between them, his cock pushed firmly against my entrance. I wriggle and pant, trying to get him inside, where the need is gnawing at me maddeningly.
“And you’ll behave?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
“Yes,” I breathe, my fingers curling around his hands that hold mine to the ground.
He gives one powerful, slow push, sinking his cock into my slick channel, opening me and filling me with the delicious stretch I needed. I cry out, digging my nails into his hands, bucking my hips under his. He stays pushed up on his hands, watching me squirm, dig my heels into the ground, and beg for more. But he doesn’t move.
“Axel, please,” I beg. “Just… Just-”
I break off, finding the spot that feels so good when I grind it against his pelvic bone that I see stars.
“What?” he growls, his hands crushing mine into the ground, his hips holding me impaled.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please.”
He grinds his pelvic bone slowly against me, and the angle his cock hits inside me pushes me over the edge. I shriek and arch up, my body gripped in some kind of muscle spasm, my sheath squeezing rhythmically around his cock, though it hasn’t moved once. The explosion is so strong that for a second, all I see is black, with a billion stars strewn across my vision. My cries fill the swamp, making the insects and birds fall silent. Axel looms over me, watching me writhe and convulse under him.
At last, when I settle back into my body, back to the earth, he pulls his erection out of me, where it stands straight and glistening with my body’s pleasure.
My need having been fulfilled, the hatred I feel for him settles back into place. He crouches before me as he wipes the blood away from his lip and hands. My teeth must have connected with him when he had his fangs sunk into my neck or had me pinned. Good. I hope he needs stitches. Better yet, I hope he bleeds out and dies.
I sit up, swiping angrily at the pine needles stuck to my elbows. A warm trickle of blood drips down my own neck from where he caught me in wolf form.
“Let me tend to your wound,” he says, his eyes landing on the blood. “Why should I?” I ask, shying away.
A little smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “I’ll make you come again.” “Come where?” I demand.
“Where you just did,” he says.
I stare at him, conflicted silence filling the air between us. I want more of those feelings, but I don’t want him near me. I like that he didn’t get any satisfaction for himself, that he kept his body separated from mine and just watched me find the place where everything is perfect and blissful and nothing feels bad.
Axel crawls forward over me again. I say nothing, just sit on the ground as he licks my neck, collarbone, and the top of my left breast with his tender tongue. The feel of his tongue is intoxicating as it sweeps along my bare flesh. He cradles my body and lays me back on the ground, his mouth latching onto my nipple. Pleasure spikes through me, sharp and sudden, and I cry out. He slides his hand between my thighs, stroking through my slick folds and rubbing his thumb across the little bud that throbs every time his tongue pulls on my nipple.
His mouth moves across my chest, his lips tugging and nipping at my skin, his tongue lathing over my other nipple. I whimper helplessly, borne up and out of my body by the pleasure he keeps pouring into me. He slides two fingers into me as his lips close around my other nipple and suction to me. I bury my hands in his hair, gripping his head, pulling him in while he
pulls me into his mouth, sucking my nipple until it aches from pleasure. His fingers pump into me relentlessly, his thumb caressing the swollen, tender bud in my pussy until I’m moaning and writhing.
He lifts his head, swiping his tongue up the column of my neck to my ear. “Come for me, Luna,” he murmurs, his voice throaty and hot in my ear.
A shiver of pure, erotic longing goes through me, and my body is wracked with shudders of bliss as my hips rise, my walls clamping down around his fingers as I explode again.
When the last of the shudders in my body subsides, he sits back on his heel, licking my juices from his fingers and watching me with hooded eyes. His gaze is clouded with fevered longing, his cock still straining against his skin, standing up against his belly.
I’m too spent to move, to stop him if he tries to mate me again. I don’t care. I feel so good, so relaxed, I think I’ll fall asleep at any moment.
“Look,” he says at last. “I know you’re pissed. You have every right to be angry. But we can’t leave you here in the woods alone. The vampires will only capture you again and do worse harm to you. Let me take you home. I’ll make you feel good any time you want. If you hate it there, if you can’t stop despising me, we’ll make another arrangement. Okay?”
I file away his promise, the same way I filed away his assurance that he’d do anything to get me back while I stood in the vampire’s horrible
cage, and then I nod. Axel scoops me up in his arms and starts back toward the truck. Instead of fighting this time, I drape a lazy arm over his neck and let him carry me like I’m his catch of the day.