Pheromone by C. M. Stunich

Author:C. M. Stunich [Stunich, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798330414895
Google: Qgjl0AEACAAJ
Goodreads: 200594224
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2023-10-23T07:00:00+00:00

My eyes crack to morning light, my body jostling all over the place as Abraxas moves around. I realize very quickly that I’m on his back, that he’s essentially strapped me to him with his tail. He’s walking in human form—or however you want to call it when he walks on two legs instead of four—and he seems more than recovered from last night’s brush with death. He’s sleek. Agile. Glowing. Strength coiled in tense muscles.

“What the …?” I groan, trying to extricate myself from his grip. I have no chance in hell of ever getting a one-up on this guy. He’s not just two or three times stronger than me; he’s like fifty times stronger than I am.

He looks up at a massive tree, and then he unsheathes the claws in his knuckles. With little effort, he scrambles up the trunk, digging ribbons of wood from the bark as he scales it effortlessly. I choke back a scream as we ascend fifty feet, a hundred, higher, and then we’re on a tree limb and he’s crouched down with his tail twitching behind him.

“What are—” I start, but he cuts me off. I’m still wearing the translator, but somehow, he understands what I’m saying anyway. Starting to think he knows a lot more English than he’s letting on. I would absolutely love to know how he knows it.

“Shush, female. Hunting.”

I look over his shoulder and down the length of the branch, toward a bird with orange-gold plumage and a curling tail. It’s like the one I saw last night, but it’s not glowing. Instead, it’s curled up in a nest made entirely of dead insects with shiny exoskeletons. I’m not sure how the nest stays together, but it’s pretty, a shimmering circle of turquoise and purple chitin.

Abraxas stalks along the branch while I do my best not to look down. It’s not that I have a trembling fear of heights or anything, but we are way up here. Skyscraper high. Also, last memory I was conscious for, we’d just fucked. And also maybe my vagina was glowing.

This is a sudden turn of events.

With a low growl, Abraxas takes off down the branch, startling the bird—or whatever it is—into the air. It drops toward the ground, and he follows, leaping off the tree and snapping his wings out to either side. I can’t help it: I scream like a lil’ bitch. Wind whips my hair around my face, stinging my eyes and sticking to my lips.

Abraxas snaps his wings back in and turns into a dive, plummeting toward the earth at such a violent speed that I feel dizzy. My stomach ends up in my throat like I’m on a rollercoaster or something.

The bird hits the ground and tries to run off, like an ostrich or an emu. Abraxas slams into it, snatching its neck in his massive mouth. Blood spatters the ground, and I fight back a wave of PTSD-induced trauma from yesterday’s near swallowing incident.

A quick shake of his kill, and Abraxas seems satisfied that it’s dead.

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