Page 81 of For Fillies and Monsters

Gus is not an anchor in the raging hurricane of my emotions. He’s not a shelter against the fire burning through my defenses. He is a tornado, crashing into my own, spiraling and twisting together, chasing and funneling into one. We are the same dark energy, swallowing the other until we don’t know where one ends and the other begins.

I want to be consumed by him as badly as I want to consume him.

I don’t know when we shifted, but my legs now press around his waist, my back pinned against the pole he was leaning against. I’m panting, and have the faint realization we could be spotted if someone were to only come farther into the darkness provided by the bleachers. I push lightly at his chest, not really wanting this to end, but afraid of getting caught. He growls, biting hard on my lip, his hand pressed around the side of my neck.

“Let them fucking watch.” He rumbles the words into my mouth, and I groan.

“I don’t want to do this. Not here.”

He laughs, but it’s anything but friendly. “I bet if I reached between your legs right now, I could show you just how much of a liar you are.”

Three beers never used to be enough for me to even get a buzz. But tonight, it’s proving to be just the right amount for me to lose all morals and inhibitions. I stare into his eyes, our breaths mingling in the space between us; I reach slowly between us, shifting to undo my jeans’ button and reach a single finger to swipe through the arousal pooling there. I lift it between us, my finger glistening with the evidence of just how right he is.

“Oops,” I whisper.

Gus stares at the cum-slicked finger hovering between our faces, and then slowly leans forward, sucking into his mouth. His tongue runs the length of my finger, his cheeks hollowing out at his suctions. I gasp, not realizing I had been holding my breath—the combination of his hot mouth and my lack of oxygen making me borderline dizzy.

Too soon, my finger pops free of his mouth, and he groans, his eyelashes fluttering. “Stetson, you taste so fucking good.” I whinelike a bitch in heat, and he chuckles in the face of my spiraling desperation. “Do you want me?”

I rock my hips against where he pins me with his body, hoping that’s answer enough. I’m too afraid of what else I will say if I open my mouth now.

He clucks his tongue, rubbing his forehead against mine. “You’ll have to say it. You’ll have to be sure you want it, because if I start, I won’t fucking stop.” Air saws in and out of my lungs.I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.

“Yes,” I whisper, terrified to keep looking into his eyes, but too desperate to look away.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I writhe against him again, and a hand bites into my hip.

“Say it, Stetson.”

Caving, because if I don’t I will surely die, I stare into his eyes, whispering the words that will no doubt be the beginning of the end for me. “I want you, Augustus Dobbs.”

A savage grin sweeps across his face, the whites of his teeth snapping in the darkness, and then his hands are on me, rough and merciless. He doesn’t waste time taking off my bra, he only lifts my shirt and pulls down the cups, exposing my nipples to his harsh onslaught. He stares at them for only a second, his thumb tracing over the dusty pink tip, and then he folds over,sucking the sensitive bud into his punishing mouth with a tug. I cry out and then slap a hand over my mouth to try to smother the noises I’m failing to suppress. He sucks on my nipple like I’m his lifeline, and I fist a handful of his curls like he is mine. I rock my hips back and forth, needing more.

“So fucking greedy,” he whispers around my swollen nipple, tugging on it once more, the tip pinched painfully between his teeth, before releasing it with a pop. “What else do you want, Stetson?”

I’m panting, bordering on hysterical—I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and all he’s done is suck my fucking nipple. What do I want?

Everything, anything.

“Please make me come.” I quiver as he traces a calloused finger down the column of my throat, between the crevice of my breasts, to the dip of my soft belly button, before finally hooking it in the waist of my jeans.

He tugs on them, looking back up at me with a smirk.“Got a little too much clothes on for that. Pull them down, show me that tight little pussy. Show me how much you want me, Little Filly.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice, doesn’t have to wait one second to wonder if I will reject him like I have before. Instead, I push lightly at his chest, and he lets my legs drop, stepping back only enough that I can fit a hand between us.

Shoving my pants down over the globes of my ass to my knees, I look up at him coyly. “Like this?”

“Hmmm.” He rubs his thumb over the front of my pink panties—stained with my arousal—pressing harder when he finds my clit. “Close.” And then he drops to his knees.

The monster bowing before his dark queen.

Which is exactly how he makes me feel, kneeling before me in the dirt, his hair tousled, eyes hungry and black. He is theDevil, and he looks at me like I am the most precious thing he has ever seen.

With a snap of his hands, he pries my thighs apart, baring my pussy separated only by a piece of thin pink fabric. His nostrils flare, his breathing slowing to a tortuously glacial pace.

I squirm, suddenly feeling self-conscious from his very intimate and, no doubt, very expert gaze. “What?”

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