Page 44 of Becoming Monsterous

"I'll figure something out," Morpheus promises me.

Then he strides forward, takes my head in his hands, and kisses me passionately goodnight.

Leaning towards my ear, he whispers, "The best wait for last."

He leaves, and I try not to blush too hard.

Angus tells me with wonder, "I must have somehow earned your love, since the conditions haven't been met yet."

I pat his broad chest and kiss him goodnight.

Lise goes on her way next, though she slips something into my hand as she goes.

"Think of it like a morning after pill," she murmurs in my ear. "Brew it in hot water for sixty seconds, then drink it in one long gulp. It's bitter, so you might want to hold your breath. And keep in mind it only works on monster sperm—and only within seventy-two hours of doing the deed."

Thanking her, I watch her go, my heart beating at the sensation of Aleron beside me.

When I turn to him, his eyes are red, and his wings have flared to life.

Grabbing onto my collar, he pulls me into the room.

"I will make you love me," he says with a hoarse voice. "Me—the despicable, terrible King of Nightmares, who could not have earned it. Then we'll have everything. Because I don't deserve your love."

I stare up at him, not knowing what to say to that.

He isn't wrong.

Yet somehow, he is, at the very same time.

Aleron doesn't wait for my answer. He pulls me passionately towards the bed, and we pick up where we left out.

His darkness unfurls.

Our lips meet, violent and full of passion, his fangs out.

He strips me naked and shoves me down onto the sheets.

I expect to be ravaged, to be pummeled, but instead he lies back onto the pillows and pulls my hips towards him.

"Ride me," he says, drawing me up towards his eager mouth. "Thighs on either side of my head, little virgin. That's it."

I follow his guidance, gasping as I lower myself onto his tongue.

It feels... new. Wet. Wonderful. And completely in my control.

I rock against him, grabbing onto his hair and loving the pressure of his fangs against my skin. He keeps them in his mouth enough to prevent them from piercing me, and shoves his wicked tongue through his lips instead. Looking down on his face, I marvel that I don't find him frightening at all.

Just arousing. Consuming. Heady and wonderful.

But as I grind onto his face and he works his arousal with one hand, I find that I've already loved him for a while.

He's infuriating. Bitter. Sometimes awful.

And beneath it all, the most loyal and wonderful man he could be, capable of change and willing to show it to me.

Without speaking, I come on his face, loving the pressure and sensation. Afterwards, Aleron lifts me off and turns me around. He shoves me facedown onto the bed and fucks his cock inside me with his dark wings around us and his fangs in my flesh, and I shudder in ecstasy and pleasure. Because while he's inside me, I can feel it: his passion, his desire, and most of all, his fear.

Flipping over, I pull him into me. I touch his face, stare into his red eyes, and tell him: "I know your secret."

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