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The air is cold against your hands and face. Winter chill bites at the exposed flesh leaving it pink. However, there is heat running hot in your veins. Adrenaline pumping wild, pulse hammering in your ears. Your heart is pattering from a terrifying exhilaration. This was a game. A dark one. Agreed upon by you and the clingy possessive vampire you fell in love with. It was mock survival.
Rushing around eh side of an abandoned manor, you skid to a stop. A favorite spot for your encounters. Pressing your back against the weathered stone, the air dipping colder. A light wetness that threatened to snow. When you take a breath, you could see it. Besides the earth smell you caught an animalistic metal tang covered with a musk from the vampire. Your vampire. Remmick.
He was close.
Your heart was beating frantic. Your arms holding yourself—not for warmth—to calm yourself. A reminder. That you had instructed him to unleash it. That monster. “Don’t hold back.” You wanted this. You wanted to see that raw feral untamed side. The one society and his own fear forced him to cage. But seeing it. Truly seeing it… always sent a shiver of primal terror down your spine. A fear that quickly curdled into a devastating intoxicating desire.
It had been perhaps ten minutes ago that you saw the transformation fully complete. The human mask that wore Remmick’s handsome features had dissolved like smoke. Now, there was only the monster.
Barely visible between the multitude of tree branches you could spy his hunched silhouette framed on the dark blue back drop. What you didn’t see were those twin blazing crimson eyes bleeding through the dark as beacons. Predatory and hunting. His human teeth were gone. Replaced with razor-sharp fangs. Beautiful yet horrifying, massive—that had his jaw propped open. Deep ragged breath created a small cloud of seeable air. His tongue—long, serpent like—flicked past those fangs tasting at the air. Tasting that fear you left behind.
Resonating in the dark was a deep chuckle. It vibrated the bones in your body from the frequency. It wasn’t the sound he normally produced. This was ancient borderline demonic in nature. Inhuman. When he spoke, his southern drawl was thick and slow.
“Well. My, my,” the voice deep echoing. Words drawn out in a way that had the hair on your neck stand up. “Yer makin’ this easy on this ole boy. Ain’t ya, little bird?” He took a few steps. “C’me on out now, darlin’. Want to earn this like ya requested.”
You didn’t wait; you bolted. Pushing off the wall, boots crunching the snow crusted grass and twigs. Relying on your hearing you didn’t even glance back. Listening for the shuffle of something inhuman. A quick gait as he closed the distance.
He caught you entirely off guard.
It was a horrifying shift. A dark blur of movement and he was right beside you. His form loomed, darkening you with the closeness. Too fast. Long clawed fingers shot out before you even registered them. The fabric of your coat snagged on the sharp tips. They ripped just a little as they pulled you in.
A gasp. A pure genuine one from you. Too close. Too real to be pretend.
“Caught ya,” his breath hissed hot on your cold neck. That voice was drenched in hunger. Wicked and possessive. The brush of the claws marked you as he claimed his prize.
Despite the sudden shock you giggled. Twisting your body, you threw yourself free almost falling on the slippery ground. The grip he had was shallow, meant only to tease. The monster didn’t tighten his hold. You got lucky. He lets you go. Letting your momentum carry you away onto a new path.
He didn’t follow immediately. Instead, he stayed where you had been, his great hunched shoulders shaking with silent, delighted laughter.
“Oh… yer a fine little thing, ain’t ya?” He praised, the demonic drawl dripping with satisfied menace.” Run faster, darlin’. Run faster. I wanna taste that excitement.”
He was toying with you. His words galvanize you. Your blood will taste so delicious on his tongue if he lets your blood pressure rise. Excitement mixed with fear.
Glancing back once, you dashed, dipping behind a cedar bush. Taking cover, the best you could.
The way his red eyes followed you, unblinking. The inhuman wildness of his grin—it wasn’t filled with just hunger—it was intensely needy. The love Remmick had for you—clingy, suffocating at times—became amplified tenfold in his monstrous form. The task of hunting you was an act to desperately clutch you. Holding your body and soul. That monster within him wanted to consume you in more ways than just blood.
You were running again. Doing your best to give him what he craved. That beautifully terrifying monster.
Bursting into a sprint his echoing laughter boomed, urging you to keep at it. Throwing yourself forward threading through the brush until there was a faded path. Dying plants and overgrown weeds stretched over the ground in front of a decayed greenhouse. The cold air burned your lungs. You kept going. He wasn’t going to win. Not yet if you could help it.
As you decided your next step the air seemed to change. The ground behind you faintly shook. He was gaining. Scampering as an unnaturally quick… a disturbingly fast pace.
“Bless that hear o’ yers.” Deep voice dripping with making adoration echoed all around. “Really think ya can outrun the devil sweetheart. I told ya, I already got my claim on ya. Ya said ‘come in’ once upon a time, and that meant all o’ ya. E’ery single part. Why ya tryin’ to hide the most delicious part now?” He grinned.
The way his words were accusatory yet so accurate hit you deep.
You jolted with heat. Thinking about the dark hulking fanged monster pursuing you. Your knees threatened to buckle from the excitement—laced with a thin layer of fear—dominating love hidden beneath it all.
As you were caught in thought, he appeared beside you. It was effortless for him to keep up with you. He had approached without you even hearing him. All you felt was his form disturbing the air around you.
You risked a hasty glance. Those bright red eyes fixed on you. Head cocked unsettlingly. A pure wicked grin as he showed off his fangs.
“There ya are,” Remmick purred, claws reaching to play with a strand of your hair. “Pretty thing.” He let out a low growl.
His claws moved to pet your cheek with the back of his elongated knuckles. Keeping the sharp tips away from your skin. For now. You knew how lethal they were, but he stroked with a tender caress.
“Jus love how fast yer little heart is beatin’. It makes yer blood sing to me. It sounds like a damn love song baby. An runnin’… it makes me so hungry for ya.”
His claw against your cheek sent a shiver of arousal to your core and you stifled a moan. But meeting his red burning eyes made you give a strangled squeak of fright. Eyes flittering you pulled away veering towards the greenhouse, using the panes of old glass, you brushed against it to help change your direction swiftly heading straight for a forgotten water cistern.
Remmick—well the monster—rasped a breath. Letting the visible cloud disperse. He didn’t follow you, not immediately. His boy shuddered, enjoying your reaction. He took a deep inhale of the air, breathing in your lingering scent.
“Ain’t e’er gon let ya go!” He roared into the night. Then his voice was lower. Threatening. “I’m yer monster remember! An yer mine, little bird. Always ‘ave been. Always will be. This ain’t punishment, darlin’. This is jus me remindin’ ya.”
A promise.
He paused. You could hear the scrape of his long claws dragging slowly down the wood and glass where you were. A sound designed purely to flay your nerves.
“Now ya been a good girl and ya ran long enough. I’m through bein’ patient, my love. C’me to me.”
The soft command, paired with the primal monster hunting you, was the final devastating blow to your willpower. You knew the chase was over. He was close enough now to spring. And you were ready for him to stop playing and simply take.
His words hung in the air. You knew it was over. You did enjoy the small freedom you had. The idea of circling back came to mind. To make a final dash away was briefly entertained. The thought was still forming as he pounced.
The sound hit you first.
Launching himself, he half glided closing the distance—fabric from his clothing rustled until he landed with a jarring and heavy thud. He was right behind you where you were hiding. The cold air swirled around you. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the cistern wall, the air knocked from your lungs.
The shock had you silently gasping. Back pressed against the cold metal. His form enveloped you. Claws tapping your clothes as they wrapped around you. Surprisingly they were gentle for how easy he could use them to rip everything to nothing in an instant. Claws at your waist and ribs, squeezing you against his cold form. The pressure was a sensual vice.
You didn’t move. This possessive capture was exactly what you had been running for.
Remmick’s face was buried in the crook of your neck. Shark-like fangs tease the skin. His massive body may have been cold, but his breath stung hot. His breath hitched as he took a deep ragged inhale. Drawing your wonderful scent into his flared nostrils.
Adrenaline. Fear. And…. Your arousal.
“God,” he shivered. “Ya smell… ya smell so damn sweet sugar. All that runnin’ from me.” His lips pressed against your neck muffling the words. The sensation made your head tilt back, lightly hitting against the metal. “That fast, sweet blood is jus singin’ in yer veins.”
That long unsettling tongue unfurled from his mouth and licked across your pulse abruptly. The sudden wet contact made you whimper and groan simultaneously. Skin trembling, arousal burning hotter.
His grip tightened, claw tips slightly piercing your coat as he squeezes. For a moment he closed his eyes savoring all the sensory input.
“My precious little bird,” drawl dangerously slow. “I told ya I was hungry tonight in more ways than one. Told ya I wanted to see that scared look in yer eyes. To taste that little bit o’ fright. Ya gave it to me. Now I’m gonna collect the rest.”
His mouth was back at your neck, right at that sacred pulse. Nibbling tenderly to soothe the aching pressure of his fangs. The primary set—backed by the smaller—were sharp rows. They were testing the boundary of your skin.
“I always get my prize, baby. Ya ain’t e’er gonna leave me, are ya? Naw, ya like bein’ caught by yer monster too much.”
The question was rhetorical. A possessive statement. You loved him and needed him way too much. The tips of his fangs indented your skin as he pressed down. A warning. Promising you that there would be a bite. Blood. Prize for his hunt.
The air held a faint twinge of fear, fading adrenaline, and now building desire.
Remmick’s monstrous face buried deeply in your neck. Fangs ready and waiting. The claws at your ribs moved upwards, pressing into your back as they came to rest at the back of your head. Palm of his hand cradling you, claws wrapping all the way around your scalp. The touch was tender even in this animalistic state. It showed you the fierce love he had—even buried under the monster.
His palm and claws squeezed gently, pressure sending shivers up your spine. You knew he was waiting for permission. Your surrender, though the hunt had already been acceptance enough. He constantly wanted your permission.
Your head tilted back further, his hand guiding you. A soft coo let out as you yielded. Offering him that vein he longed for. You knew he wanted it. Needed it. Each time you surrendered. Your hands met his chest—smaller than his transformed ones—palms flat as you felt the hard muscle. Feeling the subtle tension beneath his clothing.
He gave you a profound low growl, as his mouth unhinged fangs breaking the skin as the sank in. Even with his primal hunger driving him. He was still careful that his bite didn’t cause you a lot of pain.
Closing your eyes to the sudden hot sting, his grip clutching, holding as he suckled that sweet blood of yours. Remmick’s throat bobbed as he took several gulps. Only what he needed. Just enough to get a good taste of what he wanted. The wet his tongue, with the heightened blood from the chase, has him shuddering a moan. When he pulled back your blood coated his lips and some of his chin as he grinned unnaturally wide. Blazing red eyes consumed with unending hunger and need looked at you. Add with that terrifying grin stalled your breath—rows of fangs and wide jaw.
You watched that long tongue of his slither out and lap at the small wound he created until it stopped bleeding. You quivered. It was intimate and your reaction had a solid pressure strain against his trousers. Erection undeniable.
You whispered his name, “Remmick.” It was soft on your tongue.
The sound seemed to pierce the monstrous armor, eliciting a visible shudder through his powerful body. He loved hearing you say it. Loved that you met this side with acceptance. Strengthening the unique bond you share.
He arched his body into your hands as they rubbed up and down his chest. A groan that was both pleasure and hunger escaped him. Drool began to seep from his mouth, mixing with your blood in thick droplets.
A run of your hand along the plane of his chest, “my monster.” You gently whispered. “So dangerous.” It was loving. “But not to me.” Your sweet words acted like an internal spur.
Remmick groaned again—a deep frustrated sound of mounting pleasure and tension. His other clawed hand clamped down on your hip and he deliberately, powerfully forced your hips flush against his. The straining length of his cock made you gasp. Feeling even through both your clothes. His claws at your head firmly squeezed, still careful not to truly hurt you, as he pulled your face close to his.
“God, I love ya, so much darlin’. Yer the sweetest, wildest thing in all creation.” He growled raw and desperate. Drawl hefty with lust.
Lips brushing his you whispered, “I love you too.” Eyes devoted to the beautiful horror of his monstrous face.
Then his lips connected to yours. Fangs clacking your teeth, tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was consuming. Staking his claim. You could taste the excess saliva and your blood. Metallic and pleasant. This was an untamed love that made your relationship. The kiss deepened. His mouth was wide and wet consuming you under the night’s chill air. The taste of your blood still lingered, adding to his savage excitement.
And you kissed him back.
How could you not. Purring to the contact surrendering to his ferocious need, the sound muffled against his fangs.
Remmick groaned. Roling his hips again, a primal friction that drove his powerful bulge precisely between your thighs. The outline of his hard cock pressed through the clothes, thick and rigid.
Your purr turned into a soft moan. One of your hands left his chest and tangled into his dark wavy hair, just above his pointy ears, petting slightly at the fine points. Then it slid to his jaw, stroking along the rough patchy stubble. He leaned against your hand. The other sought out his straining bulge and you boldly palmed it. Pressing firm to make sure he felt it.
With a violent jerk, Remmick growled deeply to the contact. A moan escaped from his throat soon after. Hips instinctively thrusting, seeking more.
“Oh… ya know what yer doin’. Teasin’ thing.” He rumbled, pulling back from your mouth just enough for the words to be heard.
As he towered over you, a playful shine lit up in your eyes. You squeezed your palm gently teasing him further. “Oh? Does the big bad monster want it so badly?”
Whatever restraint he had snapped. With another growl his mouth snapped back to your neck—he didn’t kiss the puncture wound—he bit into it again. His fangs roughly sinking into the tender flesh. An aggressive possessive threat of claim. Your teasing pushed that feral urge to the forefront. Hunger for your body was just as intense as it was for your blood.
The claws at your waist tore at some of your coat as they tightened their grip. Less tender care than they had been before. He kept you anchored to him. The tips threatened to rip the fabric. You could feel the taut sharp tension a breath away from your skin. You had succeeded in getting him warm and fully riled. Pushing the monster inside him to the very brink.
“Don’ tease me. Don’ ya dare teast me!” He hissed, hips involuntarily rutting into your hand. Tongue licking the fresh blood form your neck.
You pressed your palm harder.
The control that he did have abruptly broke. Claws dug into your coat at the shoulders and heaved you away from the cistern. Some of the material shredding instantly form the force. He made room. He was needy to see all of you. the deep red glow in his eyes intensified as his gaze swept over your body. Taking in the cause of his desperation.
“We’re finishin’ this now, sugar. Right here.” His declaration was a promise.
Somehow you still had your palm firmly against him, maintaining your hold. Slightly grounding him, even when the monster was fully consuming him. Taking control. With a guttural growl, one arm held your body, the other splayed his claws and tore into your clothes. Not wasting time with the pathetic zippers and buttons, fabric was shredded like ribbons when his claws dug into your coat, sweater, and trousers. Your clothing offered no resistance to the sharp talons he used as knives. Your clothes were reduced to tatters, scattered like confetti all over the ground.
The sudden cold winter air rippled across your naked skin. Nipples sharp in hardened pebbles. Goosebumps appearing all over.
Remmick stared. Gaze devouring every appetizing inch. Tracing the curve of your hip, across your collarbone, to the subtle shine of your slick hidden under the small patch of hair. A fresh wave of thick drool pooled from his mouth. Animal instincts taking control as it ran down his chin.
What a sight you were to him.
The drool left his lips dripping down to the ground. Your aroused shivering form had an undeniable effect. His red eyes widened seeing blood trickle down your neck, flowing over your collarbone, and down your breasts. The sight deepened his hunger and a purr rumbled from his chest.
His clothes were torn off and tossed with blinding speed. Naked in the moonlight he stood there letting your eyes drift upon him. In this transformed body his cock was massively bigger. Rigged, thick, longer than average, and veiny. Startlingly bigger than what you were used to.
“Don’ fret darlin’,” he chuckled noticing your eyes grow wide. With a dark murmur that rolled off his tongue. “It’ll fit. It always does for ya. And don’ you worry, I’ll help.”
His claws—no longer shredding fabric—returned to you exploring. With a gently push he laid you back first onto the ground. The cold earth was instantly forgotten as the heat of his presence devoured you. slotting himself naturally between your thighs, he nudged them apart.
Long claws played with your sensitive nipples, pinching the stiff pebbles. At the same time his hips slowly rut against your slick pussy. Rolling his cock in your juices, coating it, as he aroused you further into readiness. Heat mixing with the cold temperature around you both.
You already gave in. Surrendering, hips seeking his arching along with his rutting motion. Legs spread wide as you whine softly. You wanted him desperately.
“That’s my good girl. So, we for yer monster.” He praised. His voice a throaty proud grumble. “Ya wanted this side of me didn’ ya? Ya wanted me to take ya right ‘ere in the cold.”
He descended his mouth roughly kissing and nipping along your stomach, thighs, and everywhere his claws had just teased. Each moment savored relishing your skin. Your taste.
Remmick shifts moving down your body, claws sliding down to your hips, lightly pricking the skin drawing some blood. He grips your pelvis holding it steady for him then his head dips between your thighs. He pauses, red eyes holding their gaze on your slick pussy. Pelvic hair shimmering with how wet you were. With a feral twitch of his hips, jaw opening, his mouth closes around your clit.
“Gonna taste ya. See how much ya want me.” He muttered against you.
You gasped, the cold air suddenly replaced by the wet reality of his hunger. His long, inhuman tongue—the same one that tasted your scent on the wind—was now tracing your sensitive folds. It began a slow exploration. Tasting you, demanding and thorough. Deep. Claws gripped extremely tight, tips puncturing the meaty flesh. Pulling and lifting you to give him all the access he required.
He became relentless, a beast. His tongue and lips drove you toward the brink. You were so close, so stretched, and primed by the chase. His sheer size added to that. This focused savage pleasure tipped the scales.
Moans ripped from your chest as your back arched harshly. Your first orgasm was right there, knots twisting in your belly. You couldn’t speak properly. Your fingers dug into the dirt grabbing lumpfuls as his lips and fangs added to the lapping of his tongue on your bud. The feeling of the monster giving you such powerful focused pleasure was overwhelming.
You whined, “oh… Remmick!” Hips bucking into his face.
He pulled back teasingly flicking that long tongue over your bundle of nerves. “So sweet. Ya taste like heaven.” He drooled licking his lips. Purring lowly in satisfaction before diving back in, unnatural hunger building in intensity.
Your body tightened. Then he started trembling against his mouth.
Still, he licked.
You gave short, tiny pants.
With another lick his face pulled away, drool and slick smeared proudly on his face with a huge victorious grin.
You were panting, drenched in slick, and your folds were throbbing. Entirely ready for him.
On his knees now he moved into position. The engorged head of his cock asking for entry. You nodded and he pushed in slowly. You groaned in pain by the sheer girth. Painfully slow, agonizingly, with a burning stretch. You let out a strained cry at the size, your hands flying to his chest.
Hearing it he stopped instantly against the monsters wishes to keep moving. Concern twisted over his features. Clawed hand reaching for you as he leaned in to kiss you. Claws stroking your hair as they resumed cradling your head. He held you as tenderly as he could. To distract you.
“Shhh, shhh. Love. It’s a’right. Jus a moment.” He murmured against your lips. “It’s gonna be a’right…. Jus let me in. I promise. It’ll feel damn good.”
He kissed you deep as he pushed again until he was finally buried all the way inside you. you were stretched so much it burned.
The moment he was fully seated it stretched you to the limit. Remmick paused again. His entire frame shuddered with effort of control, the hunger battling the deep-seated love that mandated your pleasure came first. He waited, letting your body adjust to the staggering invasion.
His size took your breath away. He was so deep, the stretch made it easy for hiss cock to press against your womb. The outline of which could faintly be seen, your belly having a small bulge.
He silenced the whimpers you were unknowingly making with another kiss. Eating at your lips, tongue slipping into your mouth. The clawed hand on your hip tightened in a vice grip. The other was still wrapped around your head, holding you still.
Then, he began to thrust.
Slow. Deep. Perfect.
Hips drove, rutting in slow even pumps that kept him buried even when he thrust. Every thrust hit your cervix, that sweet spot, cock dragging when he pulled back and pushed in.
His cock filled every space inside you. When you gasped into his mouth it felt like it took your breath away. Already falling apart, skin on fire as he pistoned his hips.
“That’s it sugar. Ya feel that?” Whispering pecks at your lips, claws digging further into your hip, scratching the skin, leaving small red lines. “So full ain’t ya? E’ery inch of me belongin’ right there. Yer mine. Ya always surrender. Ya always give me what I need.”
You could only moan or whine. Any coherent thought was lost to you. His thrust were deep and slow. So good. Set at a pace that both filled and stretched you. Pain and ecstasy became blurred.
“Y-yes… so good… my… mo-monster… Rem-Remmick.” You stuttered trying to form thoughts. Trying to praise him, but everything was overwhelming.
A pleased chuckled rumbled. “Give me more. That’s right darlin’. Jus let me fill ya up.”
Every slow deliberate thrust made the pleasure more intense. Primal intimacy became shared as he pulled you into world with him. His hips rolled rutting in a consuming rhythm.
And Remmick. He was losing an unseen fight with the monster’s control in his mind. When you gasped his name again—praise for him on your tongue—so small a thing shattered that barrier and the fight was lost. The monster took over.
Suddenly the pace changed. The speed picked up. The deep slow pumps transitioned into frantic wild snaps. Powerful explosive thrusts driving his thick cock into you with savage energy. It was having you spin out of control yourself.
His words became less. Thickening and dissolving into raw mumbles and noises. Chest heaving; moans sounding less human by the minute. Turning into ferocious growls that echoed into the surroundings.
You desperately clutched him, devolving into a desperate mess under him. You latched onto his name—the only thing sane left to ground you. “Remmick… Remmick…”
You cried out when his face quickly plunged down to your breast. Fangs bit into the plump flesh surrounding the peak. Your body writhed as he sunk in sucking your blood straight out. That tongue of his swirling over the bud while he drank. You blood, he swore, tasted sweeter, propelling through you faster in this moment than when he had chased you. Pain mixed with pleasure overloading your system.
It was way too much. You choked a sob. Vision blurring, muscles, tensing as an orgasm came. Your body shivered, wrecked, as your release gushed out. Spilling past his cock, drenching it as he continued driving in and out. Slick making it slide faster. You were babbling, eyes going hazy as you went limp beneath him.
But he was far from finished. Your orgasm was merely fuel. Remmick continued his brutal assault. Hitting deep inside you repeatedly. The pressure built impossibly and a second staggering wave of ecstasy seized you. Crying out into the frozen night air, raw unrestrained. Pure sensation.
“Scream my name!” He roared; voice laced with triumph. “Take it all!”
He groaned, shaking his head. A desperate struggle still happening as the final cords of control caved and it was only need.
Remmick let out a loud inhuman howl as his thrust staggered pounding your poor body. With a feral growl he came deep inside you. A flood of hot sticky cum flowed into you. The volume was astronomical. So much that your belly swelled. Full, distending the skin, since there was no place for it to go. His thick cock acting as the perfect plug.
You were so full it ached.
Eventually he slowed. Massive body trembling with heavy frayed breaths. His eyes moved first before his head. Flaring as he saw your swollen belly, swollen and looking pregnant. The clawed hand released your hips, leaving little drips of blood behind, as it moved over the swell. Gently he rubbed the stretched skin. This seemed to calm the monster within him. Words finally returned.
“Look… look at ya.” Voice dark and hoarse. Heavy with a sense of pride. “Filled right up with me. Completely. That’s what I like.”
You melted, the deep pleasure of his release, combined with that intimate touch of your belly. This time you were the one to purr contently. Body sinking against the cold ground. His claws spread wide eclipsing your belly.
Remmick remained buried. Unwilling to break your connection. His body was still quivering. In a breath he shifted to lay his head on your chest. Pointy ears twitching as he hears your heart frantically beating as it starts to slow down. Blood, musk, and sex was heavy in the air. For a long while he didn’t speak. Savoring the closeness. The monster in him satiated for now. Pressing a kiss to your sternum, his red eyes slowly watched your face. Clawed hands moving to your hips again, wrapping and pressing around the flesh. It wasn’t meant to hurt; he just wanted you to feel his touch. The feral glow of those eyes softening with adoration.
“Yer mine.” He stated. Tone soft with a trace of the demonic undertone still there. “Ya ran an I caught ya. Ya surrendered. Now yer soaked through with me. Don’ ya e’er forget that darlin’. Don’ think of e’er leavin’ my side.”
He sealed the moment with a kiss and a powerful thrust. When he kissed you, it wasn’t on your lips, but to the bite marks on your neck. A reminder to you both. That tonight was about the hunt, the blood, and the claim. Stuck together, tying you to him.
When he felt his cock finally soften, he slowly pulled out. Albeit reluctantly. He groaned as he withdrew cold air rushing into the empty space. Leaving you immensely empty.
You whined.
He shifted cradling you to him. Pulling you away from the freezing ground, curling his hulking body around yours. Back to his chest, he tucked you along the curve of his bending body. Clawed hands holding you gently. One draped over your swollen belly, tenderly rubbing in circles.
You tiredly leaned against him. Head lulling into his chest.
He buried his face into your neck, that perfect place he loved so well. Nuzzling you, “rest darlin’.” He purred, lips again teasing the skin with love. “When the snow starts fallin’ I’ll take ya home. But for now, ya stay right ‘ere. Close.”
The monster was satisfied and the possessive peace he now radiated was the deepest form of love he knew.