MINE

I jolt awake at 2:00 AM, the bedside clock glaring at me as a painful cramp grips my lower abdomen. Confusion muddles my mind, and my head throbs. Sitting up, I discover moisture between my thighs. Instinctively, I touch the dampness, finding a clear, slick substance. Did I pee?

Raising my hand to my nose, I sniff gently, relieved that the smell isn't the acridity of urine but something slightly sweet, musky even. Climbing off the bed, another cramp hits me as I shuffle across the wooden floor to the bathroom. Sliding back the barn door, a thud from outside startles me, echoing towards the porch below.

I locate my robe in the bathroom, wrapping the soft material around my nightdress. Shuddering from the additional clothing, my skin sensitive, I head out to investigate. Holding the handrail firmly, I descend the stairs, nearly losing my footing with each cramp. Moaning, my knees buckle from the pain, but I count to five before righting myself.

Treading carefully, I grab the iron poker next to the fireplace and edge towards the front door, ears primed for any sound. After three minutes of silence and another cramp, I unlock the door and open it slightly, peering out with the poker ready.

The porch is empty. Is Russell messing with me?

Pushing the door fully open, a mouth-watering smell hits me, the scent fresh and metallic. Peering down, I see a lump of something red on the welcome mat. Turning on the porch light, I scream at the sight of what looks like a heart lying on the floor.

Shocked, I scramble back inside, locking the door behind me. These pranks have gone too far—first a rabbit, then a raccoon, now this. What is it, a bear's heart?

Breathing deeply, I shake my head, trying to clear my jumbled thoughts. My brain is a mess, and I struggle to focus, my body suddenly hot. I force myself upstairs, locate my phone, and curse when I see it's flat. I must have forgotten to charge it.

Swaying, I hobble to the closet, grab my suitcase, and start throwing in clothes. I'm not staying here. Cursing again as I cramp, clear fluid running down my legs, I blink to regain my bearings. Another loud bang makes me close the bedroom door, my heart pounding as I lean against it.

"If that’s you, Russell, I suggest you leave now. I've called the sheriff's office, and they're sending someone up here right away." I lie, fear mounting, my head pounding, and another wave of heat smashing into me.

Not hearing anything further, I turn back to the bed to start loading my clothes in the case. I whimper when my lower body cramps again, more wetness pooling between my thighs, my core aching. I lift my eyes briefly towards the bathroom, knowing I need to clean myself and take a backward step when I see a large shape emerging from the now open window.

Pivoting on my heel and leaving my things on the bed, I rush to the bedroom door reaching for the handle and turning it. Before I can open it, a massive arm grabs me around the waist, and I’m pinned against the wood by their body.

The pressure and heat of a large mass behind me are immense, their frame surrounding me as I struggle to breathe. His scent overwhelms me, and my core pulses with a manic desire to be filled. I have no idea what's happening, but my body screams to be touched.

Tears fill my eyes, fear coursing through my veins at the lack of control. I attempt to buck my body and push him off me, but he’s like steel and won't budge.

"Please," I beg.

I should've gone straight to the police last night. Stupid, stupid idiot! My mind races, regret gnawing at my thoughts.

"You don't have to do this." My plea escapes in a desperate whisper, though my inner turmoil screams the opposite. I wrestle with an inexplicable desire to seek solace in the man behind me, hoping to alleviate the ache resonating within me.

Repositioning my head, I find myself face to face with a bloodstained hand, the heart from the porch clutched between massive fingers.

"I’m sorry, Ru…" I whimper, my voice fracturing with fear as his grip tightens around me upon hearing his name.

"Not like my gifts?" His voice growls, its tone feral, distorted.

Struggling to draw breath, the constriction around my waist squeezes my lungs, leaving me light-headed and gasping for air. "I don't understand. What gifts?" My words stumble out, clouded with both tears and an unsettling desire.

His proximity intensifies, his breath grazing my hair as he draws closer.

He drops the organ, the sickening thud echoing through the room. His hand snakes toward my robe, viciously tearing it off my shoulders, leaving me vulnerable in a short nightgown.

Confusion floods my mind, grappling to comprehend his words as another cramp seizes my lower back, sending more fluid trickling down my legs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about what happened in the parking lot, but PLEASE, PLEASE."

"Shhhh, won't hurt," he purrs, his voice still gravelly, “be better soon, help you through the heat."

Forcing my nightgown up above my thighs, growling in my hair, his massive hands move to my legs, prying them apart, his length, wet at the tip, sliding against my slick entrance.

Oh my God! I'm going to die from need. My body screams again, and all I want is for it to end.

“Say yes.” His voice is guttural, seeking permission to proceed.

I cramp again and groan. I think I've given Russel permission, but I can’t remember. My focus is now solely on the thick meat pulsing for entrance.

“Say yes.” He repeats, and I almost scream at him for making me wait.

“Yes!” I manage to get out and wait to be relieved from the pain inside, finally. When nothing happens, I wet my lips and try to speak again. "Plea-," but before I can finish, with one solid push, I’m impaled.

Pleasure tears through me as he forces himself inside, the wetness from before only assisting with his assault.

I’m fucked, literally. My mind is waring with my body. Disgust and relief fight for dominance as Russel moves further inside me. I try to shift a little; my face wedged up against the door pane and my hands clawing at anything I can reach.

I feel him move his hands to my hips to hold me still, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he forces himself deeper inside.

I hear rumbling sounds, almost like gentle purrs, from behind me. The noise shifts my panic to some sense of calm resignation, my brain becoming hazy at the sound. It’s like my body is submitting, craving his dominance, and my head is too foggy to fight it.

I’ve never been this whole, his cock so deep, reaching uncharted areas.

His massive body, which I realize, is completely naked and so hot against my back, scalding even as he holds himself tight inside.

He doesn't move for several breaths; he stands patiently behind me, purring, almost like he’s waiting for something.

The fogginess in my head clears a little, and I feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, my body loosening as some of the tension recedes.

Breathing heavily, he moves his right hand from my hip, using it to tug my hair aside to reveal access to my neck.

My heart starts pounding again, the heaviness in my head clearing. I want him to move but tense when I feel his wet tongue tracing my collarbone right over my scars.

Pain takes over as his teeth pierce my skin.

He’s opening them!

Pleasure floods my senses, overriding the pain and fear. He starts rocking his hips, teeth still embedded in my flesh as he sucks.

My eyes roll back, and I’m so overwhelmed by the sensations of his mouth and cock that I arch into him, providing better access, disgusted with my actions but overwhelmed with the need for more.

More, more, more.

We move in sync, his balls slapping against my pussy as we grind against each other.

He grunts and forces himself deeper, if that’s possible, our bodies one as the pressure mounts.

My mind is still fighting for control; this doesn't seem right. It’s sooooo wrong. But I’m too weak to fight it. My mind is crazed with lust as my body is a slave to the onslaught.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I scream for more and move with him, pushing as he pulls.

Then everything explodes, lights bursting behind my eyes. I can hear my attacker roaring from behind me as he releases himself inside.

Panting, I try to catch my breath as I come down from the biggest climax I’ve ever experienced.

What the fuck just happened. How could I want the asshole to touch me? What’s wrong with me?

"Doe eyes," he whispers as he moves, our mingled fluids gushing down my legs.

Doe eyes?

Turning, I come face to face with my stranger.

Not Russell.

The world tilts.