Tamed by the Triceratops

Chapter Two- Verral

My entire body freezes in terror. Staring down at me with bright yellow eyes, a creature with three horns, a spike-lined frill, and a beaked snout closes his meaty fist around my throat.

His purr melts my bones.

As horrifying bliss blanks my mind, I watch as he strokes my face with fingers easily three times larger than any human alpha. His clawed hand continues down and rips my shirt open.

A thump on my outer thigh startles me out of my haze. His hand around my throat prevents me from looking down, so I don't know what hit me.

"Mine."

His purr drops an octave, taking my stomach with it. He ducks down. I slam my eyes shut, terrified of being pierced by his horns.

A line of fire travels from my collarbone to my exposed right breast as he drags the tip of his nose horn down my chest. Heat engulfs me from the inside out as his pheromones invade my nostrils, the wild, spicy scent of him scrambling my psyche. His rough hand kneads and pinches my left breast while his long tongue licks the whole of my right breast. My skin sparkles to life, tiny zaps of electricity arrowing straight to my core as his saliva soaks into my pores.

The odd sensation jerks me further out of my stupor.

Enraging this beast would be idiotic, and although I've done some rash things in my life, I'm not stupid. I haven't survived three heats in the slums of the worst planet in the galaxy to die here. I wrap both hands around his humongous wrist, my fingers barely touching around his thick forearm, and plead through gritted teeth.

"No! Stop."

His head lifts. He pierces my soul with his beady yellow eyes.

Triceratops. I don't know why, but my brain launches the word into the forefront of my mind.

He's a human-triceratops hybrid.

He cocks his head, pinning me to the ground with his body. As terrifying as his beaked mouth and horns are, the intelligence in his eyes catapults me to a new level of terror.

A beast so large and powerful shouldn't also hold so much wisdom.

"I take. Mine." I don't know how his lipless, wide mouth forms the words, but he speaks the common tongue with a delicious, rolling accent.

"Let me go."

His expression changes, the muscles on either side of his mouth tightening and creating an even more sinister air around him.

"Never."

He grinds his front down into mine. My joints creak and innards complain at the pressure. I can't breathe.

When he lifts just far enough to allow me to suck down oxygen, the odd thump hits my outer thigh again. Cool air brushes over my neck as he releases it and drags his palm down my body to grip my hip.

He grinds his cock against the softness of my belly.

I don't think he's fully hard, but the size of him terrifies me. There's no way such a massive weapon will fit inside me.

He smirks, overpowering me with the lethal expression of an apex predator as I push against his hard chest. I dart my gaze downward just long enough to see an ungodly amount of muscles, his chiseled form doing funny things to my stomach despite the terror flowing through me.

A movement in the corner of my eye pulls my attention to my hip.

His long, thick tail thuds against my outer thigh again. I scratch my nails down his chest, my fingers aching from the hard, leathery flesh protecting his body. His tail swings again.