The Wild Man Quotes

“Will you take this off me?” I ask Wild Man, rolling the rope between my fingers. He doesn’t say anything at first, but I sense his eyes on the rope. “No.” I don’t know what I expected, but his flat out refusal wasn’t it. I thought we had made at least a little bit of progress. You know, with me caring for him while he was practically dying. I could have easily left him while he was unconscious, but I didn’t. I stayed by his side, took care of him, worried for him. “Why not?” I ask, my tone tight from the anger slowly building in my veins. “You leave,” he grunts. He slides an immovable arm around my waist. “I not let you.” I smash my teeth together. There’s no sense in telling him that I won’t leave the first chance I get, because he probably wouldn’t believe me. And leaving is exactly what I plan to do. I may be softening toward him, and that’s all the more reason to flee when I can. The longer I stay here, the deeper those feelings will root themselves inside me, and the harder it’ll be to leave. Instead, I repeat what I’ve already told him before and will probably repeat another hundred times. “You can’t keep me forever.” “Yes,” he answers resolutely. “You stay till I die. Momor is mine.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“can visibly see the flash of relief enter her eyes. “My name is Camille Salone. I’m looking for my brother.” “Your brother?” My brows furrow, not comprehending why she would be here looking for him. “Yes. His name is Phenix. He’s been missing since he was five years old.” “Why would—” My words trail off, and I swear my world tips upside down. I grab the door jam when I feel like I might list over sideways. A hand grabs my waist, helping to support me. “Oh Jesus,” I mumble. The woman steps forward and my eyes dart back to her. Her expression is filled with concern when she asks. “Are you okay?” I can’t answer. My brain is overflowing, trying to fathom the impossibility. Fey. Could it mean Phenix? Wild Man never mentioned he had a sister. Only that his mother was pregnant when they went to stay in the wilderness for one last foray. I look at the woman in front of me. Really look at her. Hair dark enough that it looks like there’s a hint of blue.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“still can’t see shit, but I can barely make out shadows across from the fire pit. There are several of them. Not animals, but people, and they’re wrestling another shadow to the ground. Before I can even think about finding something to hit the people with, arms wrap tight around my waist from behind and lift me up from the ground. “Let me go!” I scream, thrashing against the hold. Wild Man roars again. “Momor!” “Ever, it’s me. We’ve come to rescue you.” My struggles stop at the familiar voice and my breath gets stuck in my throat. “Joe?” I croak. “Yeah, baby sis. We’re so fucking sorry it’s taken us so long,” he says against my ear. “Come, I’m taking you out of here while they finish with him.” “No!” I renew my struggles, scratching at his arms, desperately trying to break his hold. “They’ve got to stop! They’re hurting him!” “Damn right they are,” he growls. Fear tightens the band around my chest at the sinister note in his voice. Grunts and groans coming from my dad and brothers mix in with the deranged roars coming from Wild Man. “You’ve got to stop them! Dad! Don’t hurt him!” “Joe, get her the fuck out of here!” Dad barks, sounding out of breath.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“The moment my momor’s lips press against mine, I know every single inch of her is and will always, forever be mine. This female was the reason I was born. She’s the reason I breathe and is the reason I fought so hard to stay alive after Peepa and Noeny were killed by the big bear. I claimed her before she gave me her kiss, but after this moment, there is nothing that will ever keep me from her. She is my female. My woman. The noeny to my babies. My Ever. My momor.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“My eyes slowly slide open, my breaths coming in pants with little mewls of pleasure. Wild Man peers down at me from his kneeled position. He wipes the back of his arm across his mouth, but his beard is still wet with my release. He fists his cock, the head an angry red with a clear pearl of pre-cum clinging to the slit, angling it down toward my entrance. Before he can plunge inside, I press against the bed to sit up enough so I can grab a handful of his hair. I tug him down and meet him halfway with my lips.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“Her brown eyes flash again and the muscles in her jaw move. “I may want it now, but I didn’t at first. I’ll never forget the pain you caused me.” Remembering the first few times I took her and the way she fought me, has my cock filling up and growing hard. Then the expression that was on her face comes to mind. The pain that was in her eyes and the screams she let out when I entered her. I don’t regret taking my female. She needed to know she was mine. My only regret is the pain the act caused. “You’re mine, momor,” I growl between my teeth. “You belong to me. As your male, it right I fuck you. It nature for male to mate his female. To take and show her who alpha is. To show how strong he is so she know he protect her.” “You’re delusional.” I frown, not understanding that word. “You may think the world works that way, and maybe it does out here, but I’m from a different place where it doesn’t. We aren’t animals to be dominated. There are no alphas who need to master or intimidate their females. Where I come from, what you did in the beginning is called rape.” The way she says that last word, it sounds like something bad. “Rape?”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“I look back down at the fish and flip it over to scrape the other side. “Did you like camping?” “I loved it.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Most of the time anyway. Until I got older and wanted to hang out with boys and my friends more.” I jerk my eyes to her, my lips pressed into a line. “Boys?” I ask, my voice deepening. Her eyes slide to me and she looks like she wants to laugh. “Yes, boys, Wild Man.” “You were with boys?” The hand I have wrapped around the knife tightens. “Did you fuck them?” Her chin moves upward, like she’s looking down her nose at me. “Yes, I did. With a few of them anyway. I had a life before you took me.” “Did you give them your mouth?” “Some of them, yes.” My mood darkens. I want to take the knife I’m strangling and jam it down the throat of every boy she gave her mouth to. “How many?” My face must give away the anger I’m feeling because my female sits up, brushing her hands against each other before placing them on her thighs. “Wild Man,” she starts, but I cut her off. “How many, momor,” I growl. Her brows fall and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. “Five.” I drop the knife and put both hands on the rock, leaning toward her. She tilts her body back, as if I would ever let her get away from me. “You gave five boys my lips, but won’t let me have them?” A fire starts in her eyes, which only makes my anger hotter. “Yes. You don’t get them after everything you’ve done to me.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“Why did you keep their skulls?” I ask and he gives me back his attention. “Keep them with me. Watch over me.” His voice is gruff. Between his emotional tone and his words, my heart breaks anew. “I bet they’re up in Heaven right now looking down at you. I bet they both have smiles on their faces as they watch over their brave boy.” “Heaven?” he asks with curiosity. “The place where people go when they die. They go to Heaven and watch over the people they’ve left behind. And sometimes they send people to their loved ones so they aren’t sad anymore.” He’s silent as he processes my words, but his fingers continue playing with my hair. Then his expression turns thoughtful as he gazes down at me. His next words change my life irrevocably and seals my fate. “They sent you to me. Noeny and Peepa gave me you, so I won’t be alone.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“Despite the sore subject of kissing, I can’t help but smile at that. Wild Man gets really quiet and his arm tightens around my waist. His other hand lifts and his fingers delve through my hair. His palm is so big that the pad of his thumb swipes across my cheek, the tip close to the corner of my mouth. I can’t help but stare at him. The way he’s looking at me has my core clenching at the same time a knot of dread forms in the pit of my stomach. “Are you sweet, momor?” he murmurs so quietly that I barely hear him. There’s that word again. Momor. I don’t know what it means, but I like the way it sounds coming from his lips. “I will know your lips,” he continues, the tenor in his voice deepening, seducing me. “I will know your taste. You will know my taste.” He swipes his thumb across my top lip, then my bottom. “These are mine.” His eyes lift to mine, and fuck me sideways and upside down, the possessive look in them is harsher and more demanding than I’ve ever seen them. “You understand?”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“He drops his head, his eyes intent on my mouth. Right before his lips meet mine, I turn my head to the side. Nope. Still not ready to give him that. The act of kissing is far too intimate. He hasn’t earned the right to my lips, and I’m not sure he ever will. Not when he’s still holding me captive, literally tied to him, and forcing me to stay naked.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“As you can probably guess, Wild Man likes sex. He likes a lot of sex. Doesn’t matter where we are, what we’re doing, or the time of day. If he becomes randy, he pounces. Take yesterday for instance, while we were out picking berries. I was down on my knees trying to reach a nice juicy patch of plump blackberries. Of course, I was naked—he still refuses to give me clothes, the bastard—so my wiggling bare ass was up in the air. The next thing I knew, big hands were gripping my hips and pulling me back, angling me where he wanted me. I knew what was coming, and I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t ready—seriously, who would be while picking berries and getting poked by thorns—but my protest died on a cry of sharp pain. No preparation. He just went for it as usual. And I was as dry as Sister Mary. So the sudden intrusion wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, and I couldn’t imagine it was much better for him. Did he care, though? Nope. He just kept going, banging me as hard as he could. Thankfully—or not thankfully, depending on how you look at it—it didn’t take long to get my juices flowing. That’s what happens when you’re unbelievably attracted to the man who’s holding you captive. Your body gives your mind a big fuck you, along with the middle finger, and takes what it wants, even begging for more or to go faster, harder. Another time, we were walking back from taking a bath. I was admiring a patch of pretty flowers and telling Wild Man a funny story about Rika. I was laughing and having a surprisingly good time, when my hips were suddenly caught in his hard grip. I was shoved over a large boulder, my breasts pressed against the abrasive surface. Then he mounted me from behind and fucked me silly. That time, I was wet. He had just fucked me in the water, and I still had part of him leaking out of me.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“I lift my arm, a sudden pain scratching the insides of my chest at the kind gesture. In my boredom, I’ve made several twig bracelets. I used to do that all the time when I was out camping with my dad and brothers. While they were out fishing, hunting, or gathering wood, I’d sit and fashion bracelets. They were never really anything special, just something to do when I didn’t want to join my family while they foraged the area. This one is beautifully perfect though. I tilt my head back up. Is this his way of apologizing after storming away from me earlier? If so, he’s definitely on the right track. “Thank you,” I say. “Fuck.” The word is barely past his lips before he’s grabbing my waist and lifting me up. My legs automatically go around his waist, and a moan slips out of me when his hardness encounters my softness. Without another word, he carries me to his bed, and we do what he said. We fuck.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“When my family finds me, they’re going to be angry.” I blow out an aggravated puff of air. “They’ll hurt you and take me far away from you.” That last part gets a reaction. One that has fear slithering through my bloodstream and wishing I could take the words back. In the blink of an eye, Wild Man is up from the log and is looming over me, his feet planted apart and a vicious look on his face. He reaches down, wraps his long fingers around my throat and hauls me up from my seated position. He brings my face so close to his there’s only an inch of space separating us, and the tips of my toes barely touch the ground. His grip is tighter than all the other times he’s held me like this. Panic sets in, and I start clawing at his hand, desperate to draw in air. My feeble attempts at fighting don’t phase him in the slightest as he continues to glare down at me. Just as my vision starts to blur, he loosens his hold just enough for me to suck in a lungful of air. “Mine!” he snarls in my face. He lifts his other hand, his fingers balled into a fist. I flinch and try to move away, worried that fist is meant for me. But then he surprises me when he slams it against his chest hard and repeats in a harsh tone, “Mine. You stay. I kill family.” My eyes widen. I’m not sure what I’m more shocked about. The fact that he spoke more than one word, or that he wants to kill my family. All because they may find me and take me away from him. “No!” I croak, barely able to draw enough air to say the word. Using his grip around my neck, Wild Man brings me closer. Our noses brush against each other. “Kill family. My Ever.” Holy motherfucking hell. My Ever.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man