Page 31 of The Wild Man

And why is she still fighting me when I want to breed with her? I expected a fight the first time. It’s up to the male to master his female to show her he’s strong enough to provide and protect her. Does she not believe I’m a worthy mate?

Just the thought of her believing that has my hackles rising and the thing between my legs getting hard. I will show her that I’m the only male for her. That I can be strong enough to protect her from all dangers. That I can provide her with food and water and shelter. That any offspring we create will be shielded from harm until I teach them to defend themselves.

There are other things about the female that confuse me. Like how she makes me feel.

Her mouth for one thing. I’ve never seen any of the wild animals push their mouths together. But for some reason, I want to do that with her. I have a faded memory of Noeny and Peepa doing the same thing. I remember thinking it was gross because they used their tongues, licking inside each other’s mouths.

I want to do that with my female. I want to know what her mouth tastes like. I want to slide my tongue against hers and breathe in the air that comes from her lungs.

If my memory is right, Noeny and Peepa did it all the time, making me think it was okay. So why does my female keep her mouth from me?

The sizzle from the juices from the meat pulls my eyes back to it. I flip the sticks over to cook the other side.

My eyes move back to her. She has her legs pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Her feet hide her female parts, and I don’t like it. I like looking at her. I like the pink and the softness of the lips between her legs. And I like the way it smells. That’s another part of her I want to taste with my tongue. To lick her from the tight little hole in her backside, up to the hole I push my thing inside of to the little button at the top.

The first few times I pushed inside her, she was dry between her legs, but yesterday, when I had her in the water, she had liquid seeping out of her. At first I thought it was urine or maybe just the water, but it felt different. It was slippery, and it made pushing my thing inside her much easier.

She acted differently too. She didn’t fight me as hard, and even made noises that I knew meant she liked what I was doing. And then she tightened around my thing until it almost hurt and let out a cry that sounded like she was in pain, but I knew she wasn’t.

But then last night when I had her, she was wet and her walls gripped me, but she didn’t give me any cries. I wanted her cries. I really liked the way they sounded.

The first time I pushed my thing inside her body was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I’ve used my hand many times to rub myself until it felt good and I expelled my seed. But being inside my female, having the warmth of her body wrapped around me, I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. But I was wrong. Sliding inside her when she was wet and feeling her tighten around my thing, hearing her cry out and knowing she felt good too…. I will make sure every time I take her, it will be like that.

After checking the meat, I get to my feet and rinse my hands in a small bowl of water before I walk to my female. She digs her nails into her legs as she watches me approach. I want to burrow myself in her mind so I know what she’s thinking.

Once I’m standing over her, she tips her head back to keep her eyes on me. My thing bobs out from my body, and I feel a drop of liquid hanging from the tip.

An image pops in my head of her licking away the clear drop with her wet tongue. It changes into her lips wrapping around my thing as she takes me into her mouth. I’ve seen wild animals lick themselves and even each other.

I can help her by grabbing her hair and using it to thrust into her mouth like I do when I take her between her legs.

My thing moves and more liquid seeps from the head at the thought.

When I pressed the tip against her lips in the water, she refused to take me in her mouth. It angered me, and I almost forced her. I didn’t only because I knew I wouldn’t last long. I was already close to releasing my seed, and I wanted to do it inside her. I want to plant my baby in her belly.

There would be time for that later. I’ll teach her how to take my thing in her mouth and suck it like I do the hard little tips on the mounds on her chest. I wonder how much I can get in there. If I could reach all the way to the back of her mouth and if I could even fit down her throat. How tight that hole would be.

As much as I want to show her now, it’ll have to wait until the sun goes down. I’ve taken my female hard since I first claimed her. I don’t want her sore in too many places, and I know taking her mouth won’t be easy.

I look down at her legs that are still drawn to her chest, hiding the spot I want to see. Her nails dig so hard into her flesh that her skin is white around her fingers. Her eyes track me with a look that makes me believe I scare her. The look angers me. Doesn’t this female know that I would never intentionally hurt her? That I’d rather gnaw off my own limbs than ever see her in pain.

I look at the marks on her neck, shoulders, and arms made by my teeth and hands. More are on her thighs, but I can’t see those with her legs pulled up. I press my back teeth together until my jaw hurts.

Those marks may indicate I’ve hurt her, but they’re a show of power and a warning to any creature who dares to come near her. They’re my mark of ownership. They show any and all things, including my female, that she’s mine.

I unlock my jaw and jut my chin to her arms. “Stop,” I grunt, still unused to hearing my voice.

Lines appear on her forehead. “What?”

I point to her arms and repeat, “Stop.”

Her head drops and she looks at her arms. Her nails release their grip in her flesh and she lifts her hands, flexing her fingers. She tilts her head back to look at me again. “I don’t understand. What do?—?”

I don’t let her finish. Reaching down, I slide my fingers in her hair, grip the thick strands and tug her up to her feet. A strangled noise leaves her throat and she pulls against my hold. I tighten my grip so she doesn’t get away. Her eyes blaze a deep color when she glares up at me.

“Stop,” I hiss, pulling her face closer to me.

“Stop, what?” she asks, only her lips moving since her teeth are clamped together.