CHAPTER 5

EDAL

I came with his name on my lips. My back arched off the dirt floor. My thighs shook. My breath came in ragged gasps. I saw white behind my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot he'd thrown me away.

Then it was over. I lay there, sweaty and disgusting, my hand still between my legs, my chest heaving.

I hated myself. I hated him.

I did it again. This time, I forced myself to think of no one.

Just my hand. Just my body. Just the dark.

I pictured nothing. No face. No voice. No grey eyes. Just the feeling … the pressure, the friction, the heat building in my belly.

I focused on my fingers moving in and out, my thumb pressing down, the wet sounds filling the cabin. I focused on my breathing, on the tension coiling in my muscles, on the ache that was growing and I was so fucking close to my climax…

Three slow raps on the door caused to me to still… my heart racing in my chest while my breath caught. I froze. My hand went to my knife.

“I know you're in there.” A strange man's voice called out in a low menacing tone.

“Open the bloody door.”

The door splintered open before I could reach my knife.

“I told you to open up.” The man stepped inside, tall and broad, a bandana pulled over the lower half of his face. Dark eyes that looked at me Hungrily. The kind of eyes that had seen too much and stopped caring a long time ago.

“Who the fuck are you?” I had my knife now, backing toward the wall.

“Someone who's been watching you.” He kicked the door shut.

“You are weak… you haven’t noticed me. Ever since you crawled out of that river.”

“Get the fuck out before I cut your throat.”

He laughed … low and dark, the kind of laugh that crawled under your skin and made a home there.

“You're going to cut my throat? You can barely stand. Your hands are shaking. You haven't eaten in two days. You just spent the last hour touching yourself to a man who called you garbage.”

My blood ran cold. He was right I was hungry and tired wanting to ration my supplies and he looked like he could easily beat me to a pulp or kill me.

“You watched me.”

“Every second.” He stepped closer. I stepped back. My spine hit the wall.

“The way your fingers moved. The way you moaned his name. The way you came … twice. You put on a good show, sweetheart.”

“I'll kill you.”

“No, you won't.”

He moved faster than I could track. His hand grabbed my wrist. Twisted. The knife clattered to the floor. His body slammed into mine, pinning me against the wall … his hips pressing into my hips, his chest crushing my breasts, his thighs forcing mine apart.

I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. He was strong… So much stronger than me.

“Let me go.” My voice came out shaky.

“Make me.”

I tried to knee him. He blocked with his thigh. I tried to bite his hand. He just laughed again, his dark eyes glittering.

“You're feisty. I like that.” His free hand gripped my jaw, forcing my face up toward his.

“Most breeders freeze. Not you. You fight.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later.” He teased with a smirk and I felt my pussy throb.

He shifted his hips and I felt it. His cock was Hard and Thick. Pressing against my thigh through his pants. He dragged it slowly against me, grinding into my hip, letting me feel every inch.

I stopped breathing.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, rough, his mouth brushing my ear through the bandana.

“That's what you do to me. Watching you touch yourself … fuck. I've been hard for hours.”

He did it again. Dragged his cock against me, slow and deliberately,

pressing into my hip, my belly, the space between my thighs. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric, the shape of him, the size.

I should have been terrified. I wasn't …My body responded. My thighs pressed together. My cunt clenched around nothing. I was wet … soaking … and he hadn't even touched me there.

“You like that.” It wasn't a question. He could feel me trembling. He could probably smell me.

“No,” I lied.

“Liar.” He ground against me harder, his cock sliding against my hip, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against my bare thigh where my pants had torn. “Your body doesn't lie. You're wet for me. You want this.”

I bit my lip. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan.

But I didn't push him away either.

He noticed. He smiled behind the bandana.

“That's what I thought.” He pulled his hips back … just enough to tease … then thrust forward again, grinding his cock against my cunt through both our pants.