I chased the ghosts of my bloodline across these wind-lashed ridges, convinced my reckless freedom was all I'd ever need.
Isolation had carved me hollow, but I buried that ache under sarcasm and solitary treks. No one gets close. No one breaks through.
Then he emerged from the mist like a curse made flesh - the ridge's unrelenting shadow, all coiled menace and hidden mercy. His pursuit started as a taunt, a full-moon dash through heather and stone that left me breathless, laughing at my own folly even as terror twisted low in my gut.
But the chases turned savage. Sweat-soaked collisions under a bloated crimson moon, where his weight pins me down and his hunger demands everything - raw thrusts that fill me, breed me deep in rites older than these feuds. I fight it, spit defiance, but my body arches into the claiming, traitorous and wild. Wounds from ambushes sting with metallic bite in fog-drowned caves, our breaths mingling hot and ragged, his mouth on mine like a vow sealed in violence.
After, his fingers ghost over my scars at some ancient cairn, gentle as a lover's lie, stirring tenderness I never asked for. Yet clan hatreds circle like wolves, ready to tear our secret apart. My legacy dangles by a frayed thread, independence shattering under the weight of what he awakens - a bond that could save or swallow me whole.
Surrender to the hunt, or watch it devour us both?
A full-length dark predator/prey breeding erotic romance featuring a defiant loner and a ritual predator.
