Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Piper

I get much further than I did the first time. I make it all the way to the middle of the hallway before I hear the animal growl behind me. I can see the stairs and put on a burst of speed so I can make it to freedom. Just a little bit more and I will be on the steps. Just a little bit farther.

A weight hits me in the back and takes me down to the floor. I start fighting to be let up, scratching and kicking to get free. I'm flipped onto my back and the robe I was wearing is torn to pieces as it's ripped from my body.

"Stop! No!"

It's like he has fifteen hands, and they are all working to get me naked.

"You never run from a wolf, Piper!" His voice is rough and less than human.

I start pulling at his hair and finally resort to biting as nothing else is working for me. The sound that comes from deep down in Merrik is…thunderous.

"Oh my God!" I probably shouldn't have done that! I feel the growl he lets out all the way through me as the sound does funny things to my body, things that shouldn't be happening.

I try to scoot back but his weight is too much for me to move. He's pinning me to the floor with only his hand. I'm not really running from him anymore. Instead, I'm trying to run from the feelings that well up inside of me. They're wrong and I'm wrong for having them.

He keeps his hand in the middle of my body as he starts to slide down. What the fuck?!

"What are you doing, Merrik?! Merrik?"

When he looks up at me his eyes are doing this glow-y thing that shouldn't happen to normal people. It takes my breath but not out of fear. It's as though they can see right through me. Like they know I'm wet where I shouldn't be wet and being chased by Merrik has made me…confused and…horny.

"You were so fixated on me eating you, little rabbit, I've decided to give you what you want."

"What?" Oh, no! Oh, shit!

He pushes my knees open with his big body and keeps them spread wide with his massive shoulders. My hands go to his hand holding me down. My fingers curl around his forefinger and pinkie and drive home how much bigger he is than me since it's like I'm not even there. There's no resistance for him to work through because he's already got me naked and me pulling at his fingers is doing nothing to move his hand. I try to kick him but there's really nothing to hit since he's laying flat on the ground like I am.

"Merrik. Please." God, what am I even asking him? My body is coming alive like it has never been before. Never in my life have I felt the things Merrik makes me feel. Not for anyone. I've never even felt horny for someone else. Is the throb between my legs supposed to be there?

I really need him to stop and explain what is happening and what to do about it. I need to put space between us so I can breathe again - and think, damn it! I need to run, as fast as I can. And stop wondering if he'll follow again, no matter how far I run. Because that's a little more than sexy.

He grins before ducking his head and…holy shit! He's…he's smelling…!

"Merrik!"

The first swipe of his tongue against my puffy lips makes me cry out so loud. The sound has me clapping my hands over my mouth. I can tell by the way his eyes sparkle and the corners crinkle that the asshole is smiling at me. I try to shoot him a nasty look, but the sting of the action is taken away when my eyes roll to the back of my head and all the fight drains out of me.

His thick tongue swipes up the middle, separating me, invading me in the best possible way. And then he buries his face and causes sensation after sensation to wash over me in uncontrollable waves of pleasure I lose sight of what I should be doing, what I need to do. All that matters is staying right where I am and letting him continue to lick me.

His tongue is rough against the sensitive skin he's working, and the contrast makes the feelings that much sharper, deeper, and more intense. He licks upward and finds the bundle of nerves that didn't work very well when I tried to touch them; they didn't work at all - until I met him. Now, my hips try to fly off the floor and I'm making wild sounds that I can't keep in. When he starts sucking and nibbling on it, I give in to the overwhelming rush towards something big. My body tenses and for one moment I have to wonder if I'm going to have a heart attack before my breath hitches in my throat and my back bows off the wooden boards under me. Every muscle below my waist locks and then begins to pulse and throb as a warm rush of ecstasy flows over me and everything turns to liquid heat.

My mind empties and everything goes quiet. It takes a couple of seconds to realize Merrik hasn't stopped or even slowed down. He keeps pushing my body to something bigger, something more than what I just experienced. And I'm starting to worry that I might not make it if he doesn't stop soon.