Bite Marks (The Lycans 5)

This man… this man was different, yet I couldn’t place why, couldn’t understand what it was about him that so obviously made him dangerous, made him stand out.

He was silent for long seconds, just staring at me as he licked his lips… lapping up what I knew was blood. My blood.

“I’m yours.” His words, his voice was so clear that it was evident he felt the truth of them without a doubt. “And you’re mine.”

I was shaking my head, my breath catching, reality flailing away. He said those last three words with such hard determination, a finality, that I couldn’t help but feel the truth of them too. But even so, I kept shaking my head, denying them.

“You can try to deny it all you want, but it makes no difference, because it's the truth.” His grin vanished in an instant, and the expression on his face was terrifying in the most erotic way. “Because you are mine, Kayla.”

I audibly gasped at the sound of him saying my name. “H-How do you know my name?”

He let those words hang between us for a moment, and I knew by the way he watched me he wouldn’t answer me. “You’ll run,” he said, his deep voice penetrating my chaotic thoughts. “Oh yeah, you’ll fucking run.”

The way he said the words told me he… looked forward to it.

“And you’ll hide.” He took another step back, his grin widening. “But there isn’t a place on this planet where I can’t find you.” I moved to the side, my heart hammering in my chest. “And I’ll anticipate the chase because of the predator I am… and because you’re mine.”

I held a hand up, palm outward, although I knew that wouldn’t keep him away. “I’m nobody’s.”

He chuckled low. “I know I was the first male to kiss you, to touch you.” He took a step closer again, and I moved another one to the side. “I know the arousal you felt is the first you’ve ever experienced in your fragile yet precious human life.” Another one closer, another one to the side from me. “Isn’t that right, kitty?”

That little nickname shouldn’t have made me visibly shiver in pleasure, my damn body betraying me. He chuckled again and reached down to obscenely run his big palm along his huge erection, groaning low, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me. He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on me as he pleasured himself through his slacks.

“No one owns me,” I said again, but there was zero conviction in my words.

“Kitty,” he said and groaned again. “I like that nickname for you the most. All soft and innocent.” His gaze lowered down my body until he stared at the part of me that was wet and achy… for him. “If I pet you, would you purr for me?”

I hyperventilated at his words, at how he made me feel. And I couldn’t think as I made a choked sound and turned, running away from him.

I glanced over my shoulder, my lungs burning for how forcefully I tried to suck in air. I couldn’t breathe, was terrified at the things I felt, how my body was like a stranger to me. And with each step away from him, all I felt like doing was turning around and throwing myself into his arms, begging him to keep making me feel this way.

He was still stroking himself as he gave me one more wink.

I faced forward again and pushed people out of my way, ignoring the curses, only hearing the pounding of my pulse in my ears. I had tunnel vision, was dizzy and sweaty, so I didn’t see the man step in front of me before it was too late. I slammed into his body so hard I nearly fell back on my ass. He reached out to steady me, the scent of his breath thick with alcohol and clearing my head.

His touch was like acid on my skin, and I tried to disentangle myself from him. His mouth was moving, but I heard nothing. Then he smiled, and it happened in slow motion. His hands touching my shoulders, moving down my hips, gripping my ass until he pulled me hard against his sweaty body, and I felt his erection prodding me. He slid one hand to my chest, curling his nasty fingers around my breast.

Bile rose in my throat, and I brought my knee up, driving it hard into his groin until I was sure he made a strangled sound if I’d been able to hear at that moment.

But he let me go, and I didn’t waste time as I pushed him out of my way and ran.

And I didn’t stop until I was outside, in my car, and headed home.

10

Adryan

I watched my female leave… run from me, because she sensed the predator I was. But I’d never hurt her. It went against the very makeup of my DNA. I’d been lewd, unable to stop that darker side of myself from rising up and taking control.