Page 57 of The Wild Man
Remembering the first few times I took her and the way she fought me, has my cock filling up and growing hard. Then the expression that was on her face comes to mind. The pain that was in her eyes and the screams she let out when I entered her. I don’t regret taking my female. She needed to know she was mine. My only regret is the pain the act caused.
“You’re mine, momor,” I growl between my teeth. “You belong to me. As your male, it right I fuck you. It nature for male to mate his female. To take and show her who alpha is. To show how strong he is so she know he protect her.”
“You’re delusional.” I frown, not understanding that word. “You may think the world works that way, and maybe it does out here, but I’m from a different place where it doesn’t. We aren’t animals to be dominated. There are no alphas who need to master or intimidate their females. Where I come from, what you did in the beginning is called rape.”
The way she says that last word, it sounds like something bad. “Rape?”
“It means fucking someone who doesn’t want it. People are put away for the things you did to me.” At my look, she explains in words I’ll understand. “They’re put in a small room with bars for years, and they’re only let out when people say they can, and only for a little while before they’re put back.”
My fingers dig into the rock when I think about being put into such a place.
“You would put me there?”
Some of the anger falls from her face. “No,” she says softly. “I wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Her eyes fall to her lap and her hair slides forward. Her voice is just as soft when she answers. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m just as delusional as you.”
I still don’t know what that word means, but I get the feeling it’s not good either.
She looks up and her eyes look sad. “Even if I do want you to touch me now, you’re still hurting me every day you keep me here. I miss my family and friends.”
“Boys,” I growl.
She shakes her head. “You mean men. I stopped being with boys a long time ago.” I scowl, knowing what she means. “No, Wild Man, I don’t miss other men, except my dad and brothers.”
My eyes narrow. “You would leave me?”
Her answer doesn’t come right away, but when it does, my anger comes back double.
“Yes, Fey. I would. I don’t belong here.”
My hand flashes out, and I wrap my fingers around her throat. I drag her toward me until our faces are so close I can feel her breath on my lips. “Mine, momor. You never leave.”
I can tell she wants to fight me on this. The black circle in the center of her eyes gets bigger and the line of her lips goes straight. But she doesn’t argue. She doesn’t agree with me either.
Our mouths are so close, I could easily bring her lips to mine. I don’t. She’ll give them to me on her own.
We stare at each other for a moment. When her face turns red from my tight grip, I release my fingers from her throat.
We both notice the blood at the same time. While I was leaning my hands on the rock I must have cut myself on the knife. My anger was so hot that I didn’t notice.
As soon as momor sees the blood, her temper changes, and a frown appears between her eyes. She picks up my hand and flips it over. There’s a large gash that’s still oozing blood.
Uncaring of the cut, I watch her face, liking when I see the worry on her face. My female may want to leave this place, but I don’t think she wants to leave me.
“Oh my, God.” Her voice is low. “What have you done to yourself? You stupid man.”
The fish are forgotten as she scrambles up from the rock. I let her drag me back to the water. Once we’re waist deep, she dips my hand under the surface, and I barely feel the sting.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, looking up at me past the hair that’s fallen in her face.
Water drips from my other hand when I lift it to push the hair away. “No.”
The lines beside her eyes tighten. “I don’t believe you.”
I flex my fingers in hers to prove my point. I hardly feel anything. A cut from a knife on my hand is nothing compared to some of the other things I’ve been through. And nothing compares to the pain of thinking about her leaving.