Chapter 10

Wild Man

Ifocused on the two pieces of wood I'm rubbing together to start a fire, but most of my attention is on the female sitting on the ground not far from me.

Myfemale.

The one I've claimed as my mate and will never let go.

Even if she says her people will come for her.

I'll rip apart and shred anything and everything that dares come between us.

I knew long before I showed myself to her after bathing she was watching me. I knew the moment she first spotted me. Even before that. I awoke that morning with an odd feeling in my stomach. I've learned to trust my instinct, so every move I made, every step I took, I was aware of my surroundings. I'm always aware—not being so could cost me my life in a place like this—but I was even more so because of that weird feeling.

Hours before I went to the bathing pool, I sensed another presence in the forest. I hunted for that presence until I came across the female sitting on a log with a big piece of paper spread out on the ground in front of her. She was beautiful. Long brown hair, soft looking skin, and eyes the color of tree bark.

Her body intrigued me. She was fully clothed, and I wanted to rip it all off so I could see what was underneath. The mounds on her chest and the fullness of her backside tempted me. I wanted to feel them in my palms, to run my hands over every part of her.

I watched her and took in everything I could, fighting the basic animal instinct inside me demanding I take and keep her. She was there, right in front of me.

Instead, I followed her for a while, making sure none of the deadly creatures that roamed the forest came near her. Then I set my trap. A trap I knew she would fall into, because she was there for a reason, and I was guessing I was the reason. She's not the first to wander into my territory, but she is the first that I didn't want to steer clear of. All the others, I left signs of life leading away from my home.

With this female, I led her to the pool of water, knowing her curiosity would have her following. The whole time she watched me bathing while I acted oblivious, I again fought my instinct to grab her, throw her on the ground, and rut between her legs like I've seen the wild animals do.

Having her eyes on me had the thing between my legs getting hard. It happens often, especially in the mornings. But this was different. Knowing that she watched had it growing harder than it ever had before. It felt like more than just her eyes were touching me. It was as though she was touching me.

I grabbed the thing and stroked, knowing she would continue to watch. I wanted her to. It was a part of me that I planned to push inside her like the male creatures in the wild do to female animals.

That instinct to take her grew to nearly uncontrollable levels when I finally approached her. I did lose it for a moment when I had her against the tree. Up close, enough for me to smell her scent, a scent that drove me insane.

I've never wanted anything more than I wanted her. Not even for Noeny and Peepa to be alive.

It only made the feeling worse when I had my lips on her and tasted her flesh. I wanted to mark her right then and there, so if any creatures came across her, they would know she's mine. I only barely stopped myself.

But all of my control vanished when she thought she could leave. I let her believe she was there by choice, but she wasn't. She was where I led her. She was in my home because that's where she belonged and where she would stay. Forever. I never let go of the things I claim. And this female was my most prized possession.

I took her. I marked her flesh for all to see. I left my scent on her as a warning to all other predators. I planted my seed inside her, the first of many times to create an offspring.

This female was mine. I would protect her and our babies with my life. I would destroy anything that threatens her.

She's mine, and nothing, not even her, would change that.

Everlee, or Ever, is what she called herself.

She twirls a small twig in her fingers, bending and twisting it until she makes a loop. She slides it over her wrist and looks down at it, her lips curving slightly, as if she likes the thing she made.

She hasn't spoken in a while. Not since she asked me about the skulls I have where we sleep.

Mommy and Papa. That's what she called Noeny and Peepa. My parents.

A very vague memory of me using those words slides through my mind. I barely remember what they looked like. Or what life was like before the big brown bear ate them.

Words are weird to me because I never have the need to use them. I remember some, but they feel strange coming from my lips and my voice sounds weird to my ears.

My female's voice though… I like the sound of it. I want to hear it again.

Smoke floats up from the sticks, and I lean over to blow on them. A small fire sparks to life, so I drop some dried leaves on top to make it bigger. Once it's big enough, I add some sticks, then some logs.

It doesn't take long before the fire is big enough to cook the small fox I killed earlier. Grabbing one of the sticks that has a point on it, I poke it onto one of the bloody pieces of meat I have beside me before placing it over the flames.

Feeling eyes on me, I lift my head and catch the female looking at the meat. Her face looks whiter than normal. The muscle in her throat moves, like she's swallowing over and over again. If I'm right, it looks like she's trying to not throw up the food in her stomach.

I grab another piece of meat, watching her reaction as I stab it on another stick. She's definitely fighting the need to throw up.

I don't understand why she's reacting this way. It's like the sight of the meat is making her sick. How do her people hunt and eat? Maybe she's not the one who handles the meat. Maybe it's the males in her group.

My female does a lot of things that I don't understand.

Like the thing she did with the twig. Why did she look pleased when she put it around her wrist?

Or the way her cheeks turn pink when she urinates? Every living creature does it, so why does she appear uncomfortable? Is it because I'm with her? And why does it look like she's on the verge of running when I mark her urine with mine? Do her people not do that to mask their female's scent to keep predators away?

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.

Instead of answering, I pull her to the log I was sitting on and force her down until her butt is on the ground. She was too far away where she was sitting. I want her closer to me.

The ground is covered in crushed leaves, so it won't scrape her skin. She huffs out a breath, and her eyes say that if she had a weapon right now, she'd use it against me. Part of me wants her to try, to feel her fight me, just so I can overpower her and prove to her again that I'm the stronger one. That I'm the alpha.

Once she settles down, her body going soft, I sit on the log. I'm reaching for the stick over the fire with the meat on it when she starts pulling her legs up again. Like she intends to sit the way she was a moment ago. I grab her arms before she can wrap them around her legs and push them back down to her sides.

"No."

She presses her lips together at my demand. I wait a moment before I let her arms go, but I still don't like her position. I push her knees until her legs are straight in front of her. I have a clear view of her breasts, but I want to see more of her. Taking one of her feet, I move it away from the other so her legs are spread open.

She tries to close her legs. "What the hell are you doing?"

I slap the inside of her thigh and she freezes, a small sound leaving her throat. She looks at me with surprise, her eyes big circles and her lips open. I see her pink tongue pressed against the inside of her bottom teeth. I really want to slide my own tongue against hers. To press it inside her mouth. To suck it and take a couple of small bites.

I don't know if she stays still with her legs open because of shock or because she finally understands what I want and knows I won't allow anything else. I release her leg and she still doesn't move. Not even her eyes. They stare up at me with a look I don't understand.

Without taking my eyes away from her, I remove the meat from the fire and set it to the side. My eyes slowly move from her face and go down. Her chest moves faster than normal and it makes the mounds jiggle. The tips are hard little points. Her stomach is flat and the small hole on the lower part—I think it's called a belly button—looks deep.

My gaze tracks further down, to the part I'm most interested in. The hair that covers her female parts is thinner and shorter than the hair that surrounds my thing. It looks like it was cut and is starting to grow back. Just below that, my gaze focuses on soft, pink lips. They look dry from the outside, but between them, I see a drop of clear liquid forming. I want to lick that drop away. I know what she tastes like from the time I licked her from my fingers, but I want to eat her directly between the legs. To taste only her, not mixed with my seed.

My thing moves between my legs, growing in length and width, readying itself to take my female again, to plant my seed inside her womb.

"Touch," I grunt.

She doesn't move, so I lift my head to look at her. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and there's a line between her eyes.

"I don't understand," she says.

I look back between her legs and grunt again, "Touch."

"Y-you want me to touch myself… down there?" Her question sounds like she doesn't believe what she's saying.

"Yes."

I expect her to say no or start fighting me, even if it would be pointless. But she doesn't. She doesn't do anything at first. It's like she's frozen.

I grow impatient and I'm just about to force her hand between her legs, but then she moves. It's slow at first, but her hand moves down her stomach, past the hair between her legs. She presses two fingers on either side of her lips. My thing gives another jerk. Her lips down there open more, and I see more liquid seeping from her. It slides down and disappears under her bottom to the ground.

I can't look away as she takes two fingers and glides them between the lips to her hole. My eyes jerk up when a small sound comes from her. Her eyes look halfway closed and redness covers her cheeks. She's breathing heavier now. Living in the wilderness, I know there are things that I don't know, but I'd have to be dead to not understand the look on my female's face. What she's doing with her fingers feels good.

I move my eyes back down. Her legs are wider and she slips one of her fingers inside her hole. When she pulls it out, it's covered in her clear liquid. She drags that same finger between the lips and stops when she reaches the little bump at the top, where she swirls it around. This must feel really good because the noises coming from her become louder.

Feeling my thing jump, I wrap my fingers around it. I've stroked myself plenty of times, but doing it in front of her feels different. Better, more sensitive.

Noticing where my hand is, her eyes move there and her tongue darts out to lick her lips.

Is she thinking the same thing as me? About my thing sliding inside her mouth. It wouldn't be as tight as the hole between her legs, but I'd bet it would still feel good.

I slide my hand up and down. When a drop of liquid appears at the slit, I swipe it with my finger. I get to my knees in front of her, moving forward until my thighs are between hers. It would be so easy to fall forward and thrust inside her. She's spread out in front of me, open and appearing like she may want it too.

But I stop myself.

I lift my finger that has the liquid on it to her lips. Her mouth is already open, so I slip it inside and touch her wet tongue. Surprising us both, her lips close around my finger and she starts sucking on it. I push more of my finger inside and touch the back of her throat. Her eyes widen a little, but she doesn't pull away. I go further and the muscles in her throat tighten. She gags like she's trying to not throw up.

I bet that would feel good against my thing. I want to jam it inside her mouth to find out how tight and warm it is.

Her hand has stopped moving, so I pull my finger from her mouth and move it back to my thing. When I pointedly look between her legs, her hand moves again. I settle back on my heels, slowly moving my hand up and down. The more I watch the female in front of me, the harder I get, and the harder it becomes to not fall on top of her and rut between her legs.

She pushes two of her fingers deep inside her. So far that the rest of her hand is the only thing stopping more from going in. When she pulls them free, the need to taste her is too much to ignore. So, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth. The taste of her is like eating my favorite meal. I swipe my tongue between her fingers, making sure to get it all.

My eyes dart to hers when she sucks in a sharp breath. Seeing the look in her eyes that says she likes what I'm doing has the two balls below my thing getting tight.

I pull her fingers from my mouth and place my hand on her chest, pushing her back until she's lying down. I grab her waist and lift her butt until only the top of her back is still on the ground. I attack her like a starved man. Like if I don't have her in my mouth at that moment, I'll die. Because that's the way I feel. I need her taste. I swipe my tongue between her lips and lick away every single drop that's leaking from her. I eat her, pushing my tongue in as far as it'll go until I've lapped it all away. It's not enough. I need more of her.

"Mine," I snarl against her.

I drag my tongue up and press it against the spot she kept playing with. I suck it between my lips and scrape my teeth against it. I growl when her fingers slide through my hair, thinking she means to push my head away. Nothing could move me from where my mouth is right now.

But she doesn't try to get away. Instead, she pulls me closer. Her nails dig into my scalp so hard that marks will be left behind. I want her to leave marks on me just as much as my need to leave mine on her. It's a show of ownership. I'm her mate, just as she's mine.

Low cries fill the air around us and her thighs squeeze tight against my head. More liquid seeps out of her, and I lick it away before it can slide to the ground below her, not wanting to waste even a drop.

When I slip my tongue back inside her, her walls clamp around it, attempting to suck me in.

"Oh God!" she cries while gouging my scalp with her nails.

I grab the back of her thighs and push her legs back until her knees are by her head. The noises coming from her and the way she yanks my head even closer, like she can't get enough, has my thing pounding and more drops appearing on the tip.

When I feel her body slightly relax and I've licked away all of her liquid, I lift my head. Her eyes are open and she's staring up at the trees. Her lips are parted and her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

I get back to my knees, situating myself between her legs. Her head tilts down and her eyes meet mine. The red on her cheeks has deepened and dots of sweat cover her face. She's the best thing I've ever seen.

I grab my thing with one hand and move my other between her legs. I slip one finger between her lips and push it inside. Her walls are still spasming. I push in deep, until I can't go in any further, then pull it out and push in a second finger. I slide my hand up and down my thing at the same time I pump my fingers inside her. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She's tight around my fingers, but I push until I get the full length of them inside her.

Once she's loose enough, I curl my fingers and add a fourth. My thing is large, and it fits inside her snugly, so I know she can take it.

Her arms lay beside her on the ground and she grips the dried leaves. She bites her bottom lip so hard, I wonder if she'll draw blood.

My hand moves faster around my thing and so do my fingers inside her hole. There's so much liquid coming out of her that it soaks my hand.

I look down and watch as my fingers disappear inside her. Only my thumb is sticking out. I want to push that inside her too. I want my whole hand inside her.

Tucking my thumb inward, I slowly start to press forward. My female scrambles up and grabs my wrist.

"Wait!" she shouts. I jerk my head up and look at her. "I can't… That's too much. It won't fit."

I tilt my head to the side, wondering why she thinks that. I have big hands, but it can't be much bigger than my thing.

"Yes. Fit."

Her fingers dig into my flesh and her eyes look like she's frightened of something. "No! It won't fit."

I grit my teeth and a growl comes from my throat. I don't say anything else, but I push her back down with my other hand. Before she can sit back up, I drop down and put my mouth back over the bump she likes to rub. I suck it between my teeth, and I get what I want from her. Her body relaxes and she stops fighting me.

My fingers are still inside her, so I pump them a few times while I suck on the bump. When I feel her relax even more, I tuck my thumb inward and push against her. It doesn't go in easily. I have to force my way past her outer walls. She tenses again, so I suck harder on the bump at the same time I go in deeper.

I'm not able to push my whole hand in—I don't want to damage her inside—but I get it past my knuckles. She grips me so tight, there's no room for me to flex my fingers. I hold still a moment, still playing with the bump, but letting her adjust to my hand filling her.

After several seconds, once her muscles have loosened even more, I slide my hand out past the knuckles and gently push it back inside.

It feels strange having my hand inside her. She's hot and slick and every few seconds, I feel her walls tighten around me.

Once I'm sure she's not going to pull away from me, I get back to my knees and reach for my thing. I look down at my hand inside her and pump my length. Her skin is so much lighter than mine. Seeing what I'm doing to her body, it doesn't look possible.

Both of my hands pick up speed. I shove my hand inside her over and over again, sliding in a little bit more with each one. The balls below my thing get tight and draw up to my body. I'm on the edge of releasing my seed when my female's walls close so tight around my hand that I can't move it. Her cry is louder than all the others.

I pull my hand from her and scoot up until the tip of my thing is at her gaping opening. It doesn't close all the way, so I easily push the head inside just as the first jets of my seed shoot out of me. I can feel the pulses of her walls around the tip as I coat the inside of her, mixing my seed with her liquid.

Once I'm empty, I pull out. Looking down, I see the creamy whiteness of my seed at her opening, attempting to leak out. I slide two of my fingers inside her, pushing back in as much as I can.

I look up when my female moans. Her eyes are closed and she has a pleased look on her face. It makes me want to beat my chest and roar to the sky in triumph. I put that look on her face. Her male.

When her eyes slide open, they come to me. "Why do you do that?" Her voice is so low that I barely hear her.

I lean down and rest one of my fists on the ground beside her head. Two of my fingers are still at her opening, so I push them inside. I bend my arm until my face is close to hers.

"Mine," I grunt and her eyes widen. "My female. My babies in belly."