Page 110 of For Fillies and Monsters

He’s so fucking hot it hurts.

His hair is shorter now, not completely grown out after they shaved his head post-fire, butthe curls seem darker and bouncier somehow. They’re just as much fun to run my hands through as they were before. And his eyes, always so dark and brooding, pierce into my own, his lips tipped into a lopsided grin beneath a short mustache and beard. Now that he’s turned to face me, I can see his light shirt clinging to the ridges of muscle beneath, a dark stain from the sweat and dirt between the valley of his pecks.

Fuck, my mouth is watering.

“No,” I state, crossing one leg over the other to look nonchalant. Really, I’m just trying to rub my pussy for some friction because I’m soaked.

He smirks, his eyes watching my legs cross.Busted.

“You’re such a brat.” He steps toward me, the now slightly less timid colt trailing behind him. I uncross my legs, standing up straighter.

“Am not.”

“Little Filly, did you just roll your eyes at me?” His voice is low and husky now. I look past him, the colt eyeing Gus, like the man is crazy. Little does he know,Gus is crazy.

But I like his crazy. Scratch that—I love it.

“And what if I did? What are you going to do about it,” taking a deep breath through my nose, out through my mouth—this is the moment,“Daddy?”

Gus’s eyes darken further, his smirk spreading into a full, villainous smile, dropping the lead rope to climb over the fence.

“That one is new. I like it, baby. Say it again.”Fuck,my incredible, wonderful, beautiful man becomes as dumb as a brick wall when sex is involved. “Did you just roll your eyes again?”

He jumps over the fence, and I yelp, taking a few steps back. I put a hand in the air between us, signaling for him to stop. Of course, he doesn’t. He shakes his head, dark curls swaying, onyx eyes zeroed in on my own.

“Too late for that, Little Filly. You started this by calling me Daddy,” he growls, and I push a hand into his chest. I groan, unable to fight off the shiver racing down my spine. He’s skipping to the sex part before I’ve even gotten to the point, and it’s making my head swim. He always has this effect on me.

“Gus, why would I call you Daddy?” My voice is small, shakier than I mean for it to be. But I’m all of a sudden nervous—what if he doesn’t want this? We’ve talked about it, but we’re not even married yet. Yes, he gave me a ring a week after the fire, and yes, we’re planning a wedding for this spring. But now I’m going to be fat and pregnant. What if he doesn’t like that? What if he doesn’t want me?

“Wait, what? What are you overthinking? I can practically see the steam rolling out of…” He pauses, his brows scrunching into a deep v on his forehead. “Daddy?”

“Daddy,” I whisper. “Ya know, half me, half you. Hopefully ten toes and fingers. Although we spend enough time out here with the horses, they might have hooves. God, I hope not; that would be weird. People already look at us funny. Can you imagine?”

Gus grips my neck, not tightly, just enough to silence my rambling.

“Tell me you’re not kidding,” he questions, his eyes wide, searching my face, voice strangled with unspent emotion. It’s the only thing I need to know. I nod, and he blinks, trying to suppress the tears glistening in his dark eyes. He doesn’t say anything for several moments, frozen in shock, and I reach up to wrap my hand around his wrist.

“I hope that’s okay. I know it’s not good timing, and shit, I know you’ve always been on the fence. But a little you running around? I love you so much, and I can’t imagine anything better in this entire world, and?—”

His lips crush down onto mine, and I give into him withouthesitation. It’s both a demanding kiss and a tender one—it’s all-consuming, filling every nerve ending with electricity so hot I feel like I’ll burst into flames at any moment. My heart pounds in my throat, and I taste tears mingling in our joined mouths—both mine and his.

Love. This is what love is. And I’d suffer a lifetime all over again to end up here, in this moment, with this monstrous man crying tears of joy with me. It’s devastating in the most beautiful way.

He pulls away to rest his forehead on mine, sucking in shaky breaths. “I hope she looks just like you, acts like you.” I smile against his lips, tears falling harder at his words.

I kiss him softly, my tear-filled lashes lifting to find his eyes. “She, huh?”

His mouth crushes down on mine once more, now hungrier, bordering on desperate, and I cling to him. His hands slide beneath my ass, lifting me, and I circle my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he walks toward the house, and I giggle, excitement overflowing my frantic heart.

“We’re having a baby.” He chuckles, his lips hungrily searching for mine once more, like he just can’t help himself. He stops, one hand leaving its spot on my ass to wrap around the side of my neck, steadying my face. “I love you so much it hurts. And I will do anything for you and this baby. Always.”

I know it’s true, and I don’t bother trying to fight off his desperate kisses to answer back. I pour my love, my heart, my soul into our kiss. I’ll do the same for him and our baby—I’ll match his monster with a monster of my own. He growls, and I know,he knows—that’s enough for now.

We’re enough, for always. Just two beings—the filly and the monster—finally coming home.

FORTY-EIGHT

AUGUSTUS

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