The Beast's Reluctant Bride: A Forced Monster Bride Paranormal Erotica

I ran until thorns tore my skin, until the world blurred into endless night. Years of dodging hunters, sleeping with one eye open, had carved me hollow. I craved safety like a junkie craves the needle, but I'd die before admitting it. Then I stumbled into that cursed estate, fog thick as deceit, and slammed straight into him.

Him. The beast. Hulking shadow with eyes like molten gold slicing the gloom, fangs bared in a rumble that vibrated my bones. He didn't chase me down. He claimed me. Dragged my kicking, cursing ass to his lair and growled that I was his bride now. Forced. Eternal.

I spat defiance, clawed at his fur, called him every filthy name I knew. Snarky little barbs to hide the quake in my gut. But night after night, those massive paws pinned me down, his scorching breath on my neck as he took what he wanted. Sweat gleamed on my skin, slick against his coarse pelt in the hushed aftermath. We'd tangle in crumbling stone ruins, limbs knotted like lovers or enemies, his tender clumsiness cracking something feral inside me.

I loathe how he unravels me. That vulnerable rumble when he thinks I'm asleep, the way he shields me from the world that wants me dead. It's ruinous, this ache to yield, to let the monster devour every fragile piece of control I've clawed back. Freedom slips through my fingers with every growl I secretly beg for. What if surrendering to his possession saves me... or turns me into the prey forever?

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