Free The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) by Cassie Alexander Page A

to
help?”
    I looked over at her, one hand
full of rabbit guts. “Not really.”
    She made a face – not at what
I was doing, but at being rebuffed. “I don’t like feeling useless.”
    I stopped my knife from raking
a familiar path down the rabbit’s spine, and thought hard. “You can stoke the
fire. And find a can of beans in the pantry – don’t worry about the expiration
dates. And when we’re done eating, you can take the dishes down to the creek
and wash them.”
    “Okay.” She nodded, sending a
dirty-blonde wave of hair bobbing over one eye. Sarah -good-smell-sex ,
my wolf muttered. 
    I swallowed, and I didn’t dare
to look over at her again as she went inside.
    Within an hour she was
scraping meat with her teeth off of rabbit bones. “This is pretty good.”
    “Yeah,” I agreed. I did most
of my eating as a wolf, because what was the point of cooking without company?
    It’d been so long I’d
forgotten all the problems that having company could bring. Like conversations
– and questions. There was no way she hadn’t seen my clothes out there today –
but if she wasn’t going to ask, I wasn’t going to offer answers.
    She set the bones down on her
plate, and came over with it to reach for mine. As she leaned over I could
feel-smell the heat of her, blood at her throat, fatty weight of her breasts.
    “I’ll be right back,”
she promised.
    I quickly glanced out a
window. “Don’t bother. It’s almost dark.”
    “It’s not that far –“ she protested,
still hovering.
    “I’ll take you there tomorrow,
and make sure you know the path.” I took the plate from her hand and roughly
set it down.
    It was time to talk. I
couldn’t keep waiting for her to tell me things about him, I’d have to ask
questions, even if asking made me weak – even if she told me answers I didn’t
want to know. I grabbed her hand before she could pull away. “Sarah – where is
he?”
    Her face clouded – and at the
same time I heard a distant howl.
    “Fuck.” I turned towards the
window. The howl dropped and then restarted. I knew who it was -- Karl, Syd’s
errand-boy -- and where he was. I stood, pushing her back. “I’ve got to go.”
    “What -- why?”
    “No time to explain.” I
started for the door, and then turned. She’d come after me once before – I
couldn’t take that chance again. Not with pack outside. I picked her up and
threw her bodily onto the mattress.
    “What’re you doing?” she
shouted.
    I planted a hand over her face
and hissed, “Shut up.” I grabbed hold of a pillowcase and flung the pillow out
of it, then gagged her with it while her hands scrabbled at me, leaving long
gashes with her nails. I could scent her terror, the bile rising in her throat,
as I wound the rest of the sheets around her, hands and ankles, tying her to
the bedframe. Her eyes were wild and she was afraid of me, truly afraid. I
breathed over her, for a moment feeling like the monster she thought I was.  
    The howl called again. If I
didn’t answer quickly, Karl would come for me.
    “I’ll be back,” I told her, realizing
that might not be particularly comforting.
    I stripped off my clothing the
second I made it into the woods, and hurled myself down into my wolf’s form,
feeling the pop and change , a fraction of a second before I hit the
ground. Rebounding on all fours, I howled back to Karl, a warning, this is
my land, come no further, although both of us knew the truth. My job was to
discourage humans from coming onto pack land, and to keep it free of traps, but
I was only left alone out here because Syd didn’t consider me a threat.
    The only time I’d gotten to be
in peace in my own skin, or as a wolf, had been with him .
    #
    Blowjobs, morning,
noon, and night. That was how it’d started. I craved to serve him. Any time I
could take his cock into my mouth I would. Kneeling in front of him, eyes
closed, feeling him slide in and out of me, hearing his grunts and gasps as I
sucked on him until