Free The Beast and Me by D. S. Wrights Page A

wanted it to be like the time before that.
     
    So, I turned around to look up to the black window. Silence. And then I heard him.
    It was a deep hum, briefly.
    Maybe his form to say “hi”, but I know he can speak. Maybe, surely they don’t want me to know.
    I kept my back to him, standing still, hoping that the gate would open. I hoped that, wished for.
    How insane! I am a needy slut.
    I felt like I could sense him approaching me. Like a sun dawning. Again I looked up and mouthed: open it. And they did. Finally.
    For a moment I froze, despite the relief. I hesitated. But then: I turned around. He wasn’t standing behind me like I had expected. The room was poorly lit up so I could barely see anything.
    Was he hiding? I thought that I had been wrong hearing him behind me, until I did hear him breathe heavily right on my back. I turned around once more, and again: he wasn’t there. He was evading me.
    He is extremely fast. You can’t imagine anything normal being that fast. Not only strong, but... he already seemed to know where I would turn or look. It freaked me out! He was so fast, like... the predator he is and I was and will be at his mercy every time I meet him.
    Yes, I should have realized this when he almost ripped me to shreds, but I was helpless being shackled. Now, I had my full movement and senses and still was completely helpless. Like Prey, his prey.
    The memory of this thought alone makes me shudder feverishly.
    Suddenly, he grabbed me from behind and made me shriek. I couldn’t cry out because one of his clawed hands covered my mouth with his arm pressing tightly against me between my breasts. The other arm wrapped around me.
    I swear, he heard and sensed my heart beat, because when I managed to calm myself down a bit he removed his hand from my lips, sliding it down to my throat, in a way that his claws brushed my skin.
    His lower hand moved as well.
    I felt his hard-on pressing against my back... I know... someone please help me and this disturbed mind of mine.
    Instantly I wanted him as well, noticing that I already had when he was hunting me. His face was buried in my hair and I couldn’t move my arms to touch it. So I placed my hands on the back of his neck and that made him flinch. I think he eventually realized at that very moment that I had simply put my hand somewhere, that I only needed to touch him, and nothing more, apart from stroking across his forearms, trying to keep him calm.
    He isn’t as muscular as I expected, though I could feel his muscles flex. He is more athletic than packed. But it makes sense, you know. He can’t be heavy moving that fast. And this isn’t even important, because this... embrace... It felt so good. How he pressed my body against his, like he never wanted to let me go. This despair, it matched my own. And right then and there I was willing to go with him wherever he would go after meeting me.
    I brought my lower hand back to the one that was now on my stomach.
    My heart is beating like hell while I am writing this.
    I took his hand and made it move further down, between my legs, where I was burning water. He gasped. But that wasn’t all. His whole body reacted to this. Still, he didn’t attack me, which was admittedly very surprising. Maybe I confused him, my behavior. He surely didn’t expect me to not be scared, to be so needy of him.
    A thought appeared in my mind and I went with it. Slowly I started to move his hand across my most sensitive part, barely being able to breathe normally. And then I moved my head, slowly. I had underestimated how close his face had been to mine, because my cheek touched his just a moment after that. He tensed, making me inhale sharply, because his grip on me did as well. So I closed my eyes. He hadn’t backed off, nor snarled or done anything to make me stop. I knew that there was something about me touching him, about me seeing him, like he wasn’t used to it being okay.
    Cautiously I continued to move my head, while