Starve

by A.J. Merlin

It hits me that this was his intention; he wants me to be afraid of him. “You look human enough to me.” Before I can chicken out, I drag him to his feet, not that he really fights me on it. “Shut up,” I add when he starts to say something.

“Why did you save me?”

“Good girl,” Cairo praises. “Mark me just like that. Come on,” he urges, drawing back to slide into me again. The second time is just as intense as the first, and it’s not until a good dizzying half-minute goes by that I feel like I can breathe almost normally.

“Such a sweet voice you have, little bird.” “I’ll mark you inside and out, so there’s no mistake that you’re mine.”