Page 28 of The Wild Man

I dig my nails into his pecs, reminding him that there are some things he may be able to force me to do, but kissing isn’t one of them. He won’t ever get that from me.

The muscle in his jaw tics and his eyes flare with ire, but he doesn’t repeat his demand, even though I can tell he wants to.

Yeah, buddy. How does it feel to want something and not get it?

He pulls my head back down, but instead of pressing our lips together again, his tongue darts out and runs along my bottom one. I’m so startled by the move that I almost open my lips to suck in a breath.

I keep my mouth closed as he continues to explore my lips with his tongue in soft licks. He groans a few times and the sound vibrates against me, sending unwanted shockwaves into my stomach. A couple of times I nearly give in, but at the last second I remember why I’m here.

He leaves my mouth and moves his lips down my chin to my neck, nipping and sucking the flesh into his mouth. When he hits the spot that he’s bitten and sucked a couple times before, I squeeze my eyes shut. The area is tender to the touch, but he doesn’t seem to care, because he latches his lips around it and sucks hard.

A whimper tries to escape my mouth, but I forcefully hold it back.

He lets my flesh go, but then lightly runs his tongue over it, like he’s lapping at it to take away the sting of pain. He licks the spot for several moments before he pulls my head back by my hair.

I’m let go, and I scramble back on my ass to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look at me as he slowly gets to his feet. I watch him warily with my arms wrapped around my raised knees. Once he’s on his feet, he pulls on the rope, indicating he wants me to come with him. Because I have no choice and I’m still picking my battles, not to mention, my bladder is screaming at me, I get up and walk after him.

He leads me out of the tree hut. I recognize the way he’s going and a breath of relief loosens the muscles in my back. A few minutes later, we stop in the same spot we did yesterday. I move before he tells me to, my stomach cramping with the need to pee. It hurts so much that I can’t even feel embarrassed that I’m doing it in front of him again. I turn so he has my profile and squat.

Once again, the moment my stream hits the ground, he’s in front of me, aiming his to mix with mine.

I’ve owned dogs before. They do the same shit Wild Man is doing. Marking his territory. I assume other alpha animals do as well. It’s fucking weird, but a part of me realizes, for Wild Man at least, it makes sense. He was raised in the wild, so it’s logical for him to pick up some animal characteristics.

After we’re both done, he turns on his heel and starts walking. I wait until the rope is almost pulled tight before I start following. When we’re back in the leafy walls of his home, I come to a stop. I don’t know what to do with myself.

My decision is made for me a few minutes later when he yanks on the rope. He’s gathered some food and is sitting on the same log as yesterday. When he pulls on the rope again, I reluctantly make my way over to him. His legs are spread wide, his dick swaying, and he indicates for me to sit between them.

As soon as I’m down on my knees with my ass on my heels, he offers me a piece of meat. I try to take it from him, but he shakes his head and grunts, “Open.”

With an eye roll, I part my lips and he slips the meat inside, his finger lingering on my bottom lip too long. I chomp on the meat, more hungry than I realized. He gives me two more pieces before he pops one into his mouth.

I lick my lips, the savory flavor of the meat tasting better with each bite.

I keep my hands limp in my lap as I peek up at him through my lashes. “Who do the skulls belong to?” I ask, my voice low.

I don’t really expect him to answer, so I’m surprised when he does.

“Noeny and Peepa.”

My brows drop at the unusual names.

He holds up a dried piece of fruit, and I automatically open my mouth. It’s the same fruit as yesterday.

“Who are they? What happened to them?” I ask after I’ve swallowed the bite.

“Dead,” he answers, his eyes on the bowl as he brushes his fingers over the fruit, flicking several pieces out of the way.

“I know they’re dead. How did they die?”

Seeming to find the piece he wants, he holds it up to my lips. It’s bigger than all of the other pieces. He takes one of the smaller pieces and pops it in his mouth. He plucks up a piece of meat and offers it to me.

“Bear.”

My eyes snap to him. “A bear killed them?”

A grunt is my only reply. He digs through the bowl of meat until he finds the one he wants. My lips are already open waiting for his offer.

I quickly chew and swallow. “Who were they?”