|Loud growls reached my ears as soon as I stepped out of the building. I crept along the shadows to peer around the corner. Son of a bitch! A couple of beasts lounged around my truck.
Two of them were leaning up against my only way out of the city. OK, I suppose I could walk the forty-plus miles back to our camp but it'd take forever and leave me exposed to more roaming beasts. I fingered my .45 but doubted I could shoot them both dead before they could get to me. Unless you hit one right between the eyes, one shot wouldn't do more than piss them off.
Shit, my ass was fried.
A subtle breath of air raised the hair on the back of my neck. I whirled just in time to miss the full impact of the blow aimed at the back of my head. Even so, the glancing blow spun me into the wall. They jumped me so fast I had no chance at defense. Within seconds, my face ground into the cracked, muddy pavement, both arms twisted behind me so hard I thought it'd rip them out.
Muddy black biker boots filled my vision. I tried to look up, only to have my face smacked back into the pavement. "You're not rabid, not pack. What are you beside weak and slow?" The boots came with a deep voice that rumbled out in a growl.
I was still puzzling over what he meant by "pack" or "rabid" when boots connected sharply with my ribs. Pain erupted along my hip and ribs from the other side. My yelp set off a round of cruel sniggers and growls. Fuck! Now they'd start tearing me apart for sure.
"Knock it off! Get him up." The deep voice headed in the direction of my truck.
Rough hands with inch and half long claws on each finger jerked me to my feet like a rag doll. I'd never really worked out but at six foot with muscles gained from an active life, I wasn't small, either.
They shoved me along behind the deep-voiced guy. Long black hair pulled back in a loose braid spilled halfway down his back. A worn black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders. Tight, worn jeans wrapped an ass that, under other circumstances, I'd be drooling over. Shit, my cock didn't seem to get the message that death, ugly painful death, lay just ahead.
Did I mention I'm gay? So now I could add painfully confined erection to my growing list of aches.
Three more large beasts -- OK, so they're all large -- stood near or leaned against my truck. A shove sent me face first across the hood and a body slammed against me, pinning me there. Shit, the guy's cock felt huge, and more than ready, jammed up against my ass. I was so fucked. Probably literally, and then they'd rip what was left apart.
"So, not pack, not rabid. Human, but not female. Huh. Didn't think any human males still lived." That deep voice moved casually around me as he spoke. The slightest movement when I tried to look at him got me shoved harder into the truck with a clawed hand gripping theback of my neck. I got the message and held still.
"Still nothing to say, little human male?"
Leave out the menacing words and that beast had one of the sexiest deep voices I'd ever heard. It pissed me off how it turned me on. "What, you want me to compliment you on how fucking smart you are?"I groaned inwardly. I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Angry growls closed in around me. I squeezed my eyes shut figuring the end had to be near. Me and my smart mouth, I just couldn't shut the fuck up.
A soft, throaty chuckle hit me like ice water on bare skin, shocking me back to the here and now. "I can smell your fear, and yet you defy me?" The voice leaned so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "Not very smart, little human. Any one of us could rip you apart without raising a sweat."
He nuzzled into my neck more like a lover than someone ready to rip me to shreds. His measured breathing tickled along my neck, the side of my face. I'd never found scared shitless to be sexy before, but more blood rushed south when his lips nibbled along my jaw.
"I wonder if the rest of you tastes as good." Those had to be his fingers grazing my cheek. Shock waves of desire spread out from his touch. How the hell could I find this arousing? It'd been years since I had a lover, but still...
He moved around to the front of the truck where I could stare at the sizable bulge in his low slung jeans and the hint of ripped abs just above. My stupid cock must have liked the view because despite being smashed into a truck hood, it got even harder.
"Where are the rest of your humans?"
He wanted to talk before ripping me apart? Unheard of, didn't even know they could hold a conversation. "I'm here alone." Fuck, they just wanted to find more victims.
"No shit, or they'd be joining you. Bet you aren't collecting this shit just for fun. So where are the other humans? Or are you part of another pack?" His voice no longer sounded sultry. It sounded like pain, followed by death.
I swallowed hard and pulled up every ounce of courage I could muster. "I don't know what you mean by pack. I'm alone."
A heartbeat's pause, and then claws yanked me up and slammed me back down, making sure to bounce my face off the hood this time. Son of a bitch! A gush of blood flew from my nose. I didn't think it was broken, but with so many other things hurting, who could tell?
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