Page 27 of Monsters in Love

Her scent hit me again, and I took another step back. My mouth watered, my cock already threatening to harden. I even felt my form threaten to shift, which frightened me more.

I hadn’t turned into my full cyclops form in ages. I was a monster, an ugly one at that, and had learned through trial and error how to at least remain in a better functioning form. One that wasn’t fifteen feet tall with bulging muscles and blundering movements.

I drew in a breath, controlling myself.

“I’m in shock now, I think,” she said, leaning back against one of the bookshelves.

“We are too,” Adam said, grinning foolishly.

She looked up at him again and smiled a little. “So you’re Adam,” she said. She then looked at me, “And you are…?”

“Andrew,” I answered curtly.

“Adam and Andrew. Okay,” she breathed, nodding. “Okay. Well. I have a pretty strong imagination. That’s nice of it to give you good names.”

I raised my brow, narrowing my eye. “Human, we aren’t imaginary. Creatures are real. Dragons, cyclopes, Minotaurs. You name it, and it’s probably out there. It’s just that we stay hidden from your kind.”

She snorted, which frustrated me more.

I stepped toward her again, determined to make her understand. She had to believe we were real. She couldn’t live under the belief that the journey we were about to take was fake.

I expected her to shrink as I stepped closer to her, but she didn’t. Instead, she straightened her spine, looking straight up at me. The top of her head barely reached my chest.

I leaned down, breathing in her scent fully. I planted one of my massive hands on the shelf above her. “We arevery,veryreal.”

She stared at me for one beat…for two. Finally, her brows drew together, crinkling her forehead. “No. I must have fallen, and now I’m dreaming of that freaking woman getting tag teamed by the two of you in that book,” she said. “She even kind of looked like me too. Except she was missing the tattoo that I have on my ass. I like it when my lovers kiss it.”

Adam sucked in a breath, letting out a groan next to me.

“That drawing was pretty hot,” she added, grinning.

It was my turn to truly feel shocked. Her brazen announcement made my cock harden, my moan escaping.

“Woman. How do I convince you this is real?”

Her hand reached out, splaying across my chest. I froze, my heart hammering from her touch. She then patted me like a dog, smirking.

“The only way I’ll believe it is if you can make me cum.”

“What?” I growled, stunned.

She giggled and then slipped past me, moving down the row of books.

I looked at her, to Adam, back to her, and then down at my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Adam was just as bewildered as I was. “Andrew, what do we do?”

“I don’t even know,” I said. At this point, I was fighting the deeply rooted desires that had decided to spring up.

We watched her pause and pluck a book off the shelf.

“Daphne,” I growled, marching up to her.

She turned to look at me, but then her gaze fell to my cock. “Do you really have a knot, Mr. Dream Cyclops?”

“Would you say these things to someone real?” I growled.

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