Chapter 4 She Belongs To Me - 2

04 Appeasing Loneliness
“You look terrified.” Ted remarked. Reaching across the table to lift my chin. “You’ve been out here alone, dealing with this thing?”
I nodded. Chewing my lip.
“You’ve a lot of fire for such a tiny woman.” He examined my delicate features. Taking in the light blue of my eyes and my long blonde hair. “Far too beautiful to be out here all alone. No man?”
“He runned off and left me, so they say. Or someone shot him dead, I suspect.” I swallowed hard at that thought. It was the one thing I refused to think of often. I hated the thought that someone would’ve killed him.
But I also know how real that possibility is.
Mato had been a pure-bred Lakota and people around here, had problems with natives living in their towns.
Even outside them.
And especially with a white woman.
It wasn’t entirely impossible that someone would’ve shot him.
But they’d have had to do it in the back. Because Mato had keen instinctive senses and he was damn hard to sneak up on.
***
“How has no man snatched you up in all that time?”
“I suppose they’ve tried. But most find me an unfit woman.”
Since I was left by my man.
“There’s nothing unfit about you.” His gaze roved over me, and his hand moved from my chin for a callused thumb to brush over my bottom lip. “You’re breathtaking.”
I could see the look in his eyes. Feel the desire in his touch. I knew what he wanted.
“You hardly know me…” I whispered in objection.
“Do I need to?”
I realized that he didn’t. I had been lonely for so long. And he was warm and male and knew what I knew.
That monsters really do exist.
And I wanted him.
***
I lunged across the table, and he met me. Rising to his feet in a smooth motion to catch a palm along my cheek and under my hair. Meeting my lips with equal hunger.
We consumed each other like two starved people.
He jerked his hat off and tossed it on the counter next to us. An old wooden construction Mato had made with his bare hands. Wood he’d smoothed meticulously day over day. Now it was where I wanted to start something new. To move on.
Maybe with this man.
Maybe not. But he’s at least a start.
Ted’s body was hard and honed from years of hard labor and travelling with not much to eat.
Riding and gunslinging.
I slipped around the corner without breaking contact.
He took one long step and met me there to. His hands were suddenly everywhere. He pulled up my skirts and turned to set me atop the counter. He lifted my hips enough I could slide my skirt under me, pinning it beneath my hips.
I caught his belt and was tugging at it, even as he was unbuckling it and letting his gun belt and pants slide to the floor. I pushed at the collar of his shirt, to palm his chest and clavicle. Feeling the hot, tanned skin.
He lifted it from around his waist and peeled it off. Exposing the flat plane of his chest and a muscled abdomen. Shining brown skin which glistened in the dancing yellow light of the candle. A slight furring of brown hair was thin over his chest.
I was unbuttoning the front of my dress as fast as my fingers could work. And as I opened the bodice of my blue dress, his hands instantly found their way in.
Rough palms meeting soft womanly flesh. Massaging my pale breasts. Rubbing his rough thumbs over the tiny, crested nipples.
He growled in his throat and slammed his pelvis against mine, hard enough that the counter jerked beneath me.
I nearly flinched but I shared his urgency. So, I wiggled down to the edge of the counter, to part my legs around him. Lifting them to wind my long legs around his hips. I was short, but most of that was smooth, curving legs.
I angled myself, reaching down and tracing my own fingers along my crease to ensure I was moist. Then laying back on my elbows and giving him a lowered lid look to let him know I was ready.
“You look nearly as eager to get it, as I am to give it.” He said in approval. Stepping closer.
Catching his hard length and angling it down to my entrance.
He held my hips in place as he guided himself in.
The overwhelming sensation immediately made my eyes flutter closed and my knees open further to allow him room.
He slid in, inch by painstaking inch until I was stuffed full. Stretched as far as I could be. Tight around every bit of his length. Even feeling the swollen head of his rod.
“You’re so tight.” He dropped over me to clench a fist near my shoulder. Resting it atop the counter as he fought to control the instant desire to unleash inside me.
But I want more.
***
I wanted this moment. The hot feel of a man’s body on mine. I hooked my arms under his arm pits and flattened them over the back of his shoulder blades. Pulling him down to me until my nipples encountered the flat swell of his pectorals.
He was smooth flesh and taut skin. And I wanted to touch every inch of him. My hands roving his body as he caressed a hand down to mold over my breast.
Thrusting into me and feeling the tiny nub grazing over his palm as the flesh danced every time he sunk in. His other palm curved to cup my rounded hip as he took me atop the counter. The feel of him, hard and deep made me feel truly alive for the first time in two years.
Hearing his male sounds as his pleasure mounted was immensely gratifying.
I sat up and pushed him back a step.
He tossed his arms up in objection.
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05 In the Black of Night
I slid off the counter and rolled onto my belly. Spreading my feet to offer myself to him while I leaned over the counter.
He hesitated and I looked over my shoulder at him. He was clearly taking a moment to appreciate the view.
I jerked my skirts up around my waist. Exposing myself further to him and wiggling my rear in offering.
“Take me.” I beckoned. Letting the part of me that was all female take over my mouth.
“Yes, ma’am.” He said obediently and I felt him enter me behind.
I leaned up and braced my palms on the counter. Startled at the pleasurable intrusion.
“Yes…” I purred.
“And how would you like it?” He was willing to take advantage of my bold behavior.
“Grab my hair.”
He obediently caught a handful and wound it around his fist, using it to draw me back toward him as he pushed in.
“Harder.” I told him.
He was happy to oblige. “Hammering into me as fiercely as he tugged my hair.”
All wild and passionate with the hint of possessiveness that Mato had always given me.
I knew Ted was handsome. Appealing and sexy but I couldn’t help but imagine that it was my Mato taking me by flamelight.
I was nothing if not a loyal woman.
***
I took from Ted what he was willing to give.
And he gave me everything.
Our two bodies melded in the dim setting.
He was looking down to watch himself entering and withdrawing from inside me. His momentum growing with every pleasured stroke. He could see the silken ripple of my cheeks with every impact. Rolling in and out. He tipped back to change the angle. Touching something which made me squeal and writhe.
Unsure if I was trying to get away. Or get more of him.
But what he was rubbing across now was enough to send me clawing the ceiling. I was panting and moaning loudly between. I dug my nails into the counter as I felt him touching so deeply it became almost painful. But it was assuaged every time he rubbed along the spot that felt so good.
Finally, I could contain it no longer and I erupted around him. Coils of light unfurled behind my closed lids, and I went from icy cold to extremely hot and felt myself soaking around him. As pleasure unfurled like a blooming flower.
I heard his sounds increasing, and knew he was getting closer to climax.
“Finish in me.” I bid him. Wanting him to feel the same thing I had.
He shouted in ecstasy as I felt the rush of warmth in me and knew he’d come. Then he dropped limply across my back. Nestling his face in my hair. “Yes, ma’am.”
***
Then we heard the first loud bang against the front door. Signaling the end of our moment of bliss.
Ted leapt back from me. Twirling and spotting his pants. Yanking them up and buckling his gun belt around his lean hips. His dusty tan pants the only other thing he was wearing as he swiped up his cowboy hat and perched it atop his head. Face solemn as he headed slowly for the door.
I scrambled from off the counter. To push my skirts down and turned. Already buttoning my shirt. It’d felt incredible. Short as it’d been.
But now something was barreling against the door enough the hinges were hopping like they might give out.
Ted took two bold steps forward and booted the door to let the creature know we were prepared to fight.
It must’ve worked because the thumping stopped.
***
Ted opened the door.
Not even enough time to recuperate from what we’d just experienced.
I was on his heels. My last few buttons done crookedly in my haste.
I opened the little drawer in the wall near the stove. Leaving the few coins, I planned to give Ted after he killed the beast but taking out the big silver revolver. Trying to adjust my hands around it to get a decent grip. Knowing it was too big for my hands and too hard to control to be accurate. But willing to use it up close if the thing got past Ted.
It’s not going to kill anymore of my stock.
One way or another it dies tonight…
Ted opened the door. Cautiously stepping through the doorway and angling toward one side with his gun pointed, then to the other. Taking each step with the expectation the blood-sucking monster would charge out any minute.
He took the few steps down onto the level ground and began heading toward the goat pen. Seeing nothing there he began carefully edging toward the trees. Lowering to gaze into the darkness.
Searching for red eyes gleaming back.
I looked at his dark shadow wading through the fog and heard the unholy silence of nightbirds and knew that the thing was lurking there. I prayed with every ounce of belief I had left that he would kill it and return to the cabin.
Perhaps build something with me.
Pick up where Mato had left off with me. Here in this place.
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06 What Remains
But then Ted found what he was looking for.
The looming creature’s ridged back emerged from the trees. Working slowly toward him from the right side.
“Ted!” I cried. Pointing to the hazy outline.
He lowered in a crouch and readied himself. Swinging his gun side to side as he waited for it to step into his view.
Ready to shoot.
The monster charged him at a dead sprint. Loping in huge steps to cross the distance. Tearing threw the fog. Like a knife through wax. Peeling it apart to make way for its long spindly legs. It’s lumbering torso thick like a hyena’s but back rising to the height of a great bear. Each jogging step carried it several feet closer.
Ted levelled his gun and the shot rang out in the animal’s chest, this time it didn’t ricochet off like it had on its armored sides.
Ted found a soft spot.
I dropped to my knees in relief until I realized that the animal wasn’t stopping. It ran until leaping to snap huge jaws down around Ted’s neck and collar. Carving a hole down into his body. And jerking twice until it tore him apart.
“No!” I shouted. Rushing back inside and slamming the door shut as I realized I couldn’t save Ted.
If he couldn’t kill it. What power would I have to do so? I’d never before allowed myself to think about how small and helpless I was.
But now I surrendered to the horrible feeling sobbing recklessly.
***
The beast finished ripping at the gunman. Tearing his chest apart and ripping him midway down to his abdomen.
Only then did it roll aside him. Collapsing as it poured blood from the gunshot wound to its right chest. It huffed. Cold pants in the night air that turned to frost. While it writhed in pain. Grunting gutturally as it tried to catch its breath. To ease the pain.
Pain which was forcing its body to change. Reducing. Becoming smaller and turning to flesh.
He sat up, huffing for more air. His body partly healing the wounds on the inside while his body processed the change. Eventually causing the bit of metal to eject from his body and launch to the ground with a dull thud.
He climbed to his feet on shaking legs. Human legs which had not been used in several years. Holding a palm to put pressure to his chest he leaned over to spit on the dead man.
“You were a fool to ever come here. She belongs to me.”
***
I sat cowering in the cabin. On my knees. Praying that Ted was somehow okay.
That the monster is somehow dead.
Praying that it wouldn’t kill anymore of my stock. That somehow this would all end happily.
Then the doorknob turned, and I gasped. Realizing I’d not flipped the bolt.
At first, I thought it was the beast coming for me next. But then I realized that the creature didn’t have hands with which to turn the knob.
“Ted?” I asked softly.
“Not nearly.” Another man stumbled in. Blood pouring over his hand pressed to his chest as he lurched backward, slamming to the wall.
But it was a voice I knew.
One I could’ve never forgotten.
“Mato?”
***
I knew that waving black hair down to his shoulders. Thick enough a woman could sink her fingers into. And bright blue eyes which could cut into one’s soul. And the smooth chiseled lines of his dark-skinned face.
A face I’d missed unbearably. I sobbed. Staring at him in shock. Wondering if I was seeing a ghost. Blood poured over his hand, gushing from his chest.
Where Ted had shot the monster.
Was I losing my mind?
Had I been seeing monsters when it had been Mato creeping from the trees? But the goats…
“Are you-did you…Lizzy?”
I didn’t know why but feeling betrayed that he could’ve killed my goat seemed even more logical right now then anything else did.
“Your goat was sick, Rada. I had to kill her, or her milk would’ve poisoned you.”
“But you hurt others.”
“I never killed them…I had to eat, Rada.”
“Where have you been?”
“I was here. I’ve been…Something else. I couldn’t come home to you because I couldn’t return.” He gestured down his length with his other hand. “I would’ve hurt you in the other form.”
“What…Are you…”
“My clan called my family ‘The Bear’. That’s what my name means. But they were skinwalkers. That’s what our people said. But I never believed it until…”
I covered my mouth in horror. “You’ve been right here the whole time?”
“I couldn’t come back to you…To keep you safe. But I’ve been here.”
“As what? What is that thing!” I gestured behind him as if the monster was still somehow out there.”
“Legend has often called us Chupacabra.”
THE END

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