Page 23 of Love & Monsters
In the shadows, I couldn’t look away. There was just enough of that strange red light breaking through tears in the tarp and cracks in the wagon’s side to show me the chiseled planes of his face and those glowing yellow eyes.
As I stared at Vadric, I realized he must have grabbed my waist at some point to stabilize me during the last bump in the road. Now the feeling of his claws digging into my soft flesh and the heat of his palms through the fabric of my dress was all I could think about. The muscles in his neck strained as he stared at the tarp overhead, and a single bead of sweat trickled down his temple and over the planes of his face.
Flushing with heat, I resisted the sudden, near overwhelming urge to buck my hips. To push harder against him and feel the searing heat of his skin and muscles moving under me. I wanted him to grip me harder, hold me closer, and fill this growing flame between my legs where his hard cock was rubbing me.
I swallowed over a dry tongue, unable to hide my breath catching in my throat each time the cart rocked. My skin flushed, and I could feel the heat in the wagon growing as it ambled through the city.
Our position was dangerous. Vadric’s leather pants were tight and while feeling the heat coming off him, I did my best to think about anything other than the intimate contact between us. But I knew what he was capable of, and my traitorous brain imagined what it would feel like to have that monstrous dick inside of me, straining within me as I stretched and clenched on his length.
The powerful surge of desire jolting through my core at those erotic thoughts forced me to press my lips together to keep from gasping. No use in asking myself why I couldn’t think of anything else, not with that thick cock nestled against me, jerking each time the wagon bumped us together.
“Can you not wiggle around so much, little one?” Vadric mumbled, sounding more desperate than irritated. His words cut off my scattered thoughts, though they didn’t make the situation any better.
“I can’t help it.” Just then, the wagon bounced us again over what I assumed was a hole in our current path.
“Shit! Watch the tail!” He cursed, and I realized my knee hit his tail at his side.
“I’m sorry. Sorry.” Tensing up, I buried my face in his chest again. I attempted to readjust on his lap. My adrenaline spiked when the wagon jostled us together again because of another sudden bump in the road. It continued to press me against him in the most maddening way.
To my surprise, Vadric groaned softly. My heart rate skyrocketed at the desperate sound. Before I could process it, the wagon continued over a rough patch, forcing a brief gasp from me at the feeling of our bodies bouncing on each other.
Both of my hands flew to his shoulders. Both breathing hard now, and despite all I wanted to say, I feared one word could shatter the electric tension floating around us.
I made a decision, overwhelmed by the undeniable truth that right now we were just a man and a woman with needs. Never mind that Vadric might be a demonic man. I was blazing from the feeling of him rubbing into my aching core.
So, I pushed my hips against him, thinking that perhaps the movement of the wagon hid my intentions. Slowly pressing into him and releasing subtly. His grip on me seemed to tighten, pulling me closer. That emboldened me to keep going.
Rolling over the length of his cock, I felt his fingers grab my hips with a near bruising intensity. My choked gasps were silent, but not enough, and I knew he could hear me nearly moaning.
Our desperate conservative movements weren’t doing anything for us as we continued. Nothing more than torture, as it aggravated my desire into a trembling need. I felt like a taut bowstring being pulled and pulled. All I could do was wish for release as we edged on one another.
Vadric’s control frayed as his tail curled around my ankle and snaked up my bare calf under the hem of the dress. He moved with me, growling low in the back of his throat while pressing up into my core, rubbing his hardness on my softest spot.
The black leather on his shoulders bunched under my fingers as I gripped him, head tilting back as each minor bump in the road rocked me over him. Vadric moaned louder as I earnestly pressed against him. Our efforts became increasingly obvious. I rode him harder, an unashamed moan slipping free as my need for him escalated.
As soon as Vadric heard my desperate moan, something in him broke. His fingers tensed on my hips, just for a moment before he bunched the fabric of my dress and pulled it over my legs. I gasped for air, sucking it in quickly as he bunched the black material around my waist and my bare pussy rubbed over the leather that kept me from his ridged cock.
“Mina.” My name sounded like the most desperate plea I’d ever heard.
“Vadric,” I sighed, looking up into his terrifying dark eyes.
One of my hands dropped between us, sliding along his taut body to the strings on the front of his pants. A satisfied growl left him when my fingers wrapped around his cock. His tail continued snaking up my legs until I felt it tickling the inside of my thigh.
I needed both hands to stroke his cock, so I pulled my other hand down and curled my fingers over his length. His heat nearly burned my skin as I gingerly ran my hands up and down his ridged girth.
Vadric’s head fell back against a crate, lips parted as he panted through the pleasure. I pulled his cock down and lifted enough to position him at my dripping entrance. His head snapped up the moment the head of his cock brushed against my aching pussy.
I tried lowering myself onto his dick. It was so damn big. The head stretched me painfully and a strained gasp escaped my lips. If I kept going, I knew I could take it, but Vadric’s claws dug into my side as he pushed me back down to his lap with his cock resting against my stomach.
He raised one hand to grab the back of my neck, breathing ragged. His claws pricked my skin, and I gulped in air as he curled his fist in the back of my blonde hair. “No, little one, I’ll tear you in half.”
“Vadric, I—I want you.” My cheeks heated upon hearing myself say that. He growled and his face dipped as he pulled my head back further.
“As much as I’d enjoy sinking into your tight, soft cunt, I fear hurting you too greatly to risk it.” His tongue snuck out, and I felt it flick against my throat to catch the drop of blood from his claws pricking the delicate skin.
“But—” I wanted to argue. To try again. He might have the largest dick I’d ever seen, but I knew, with some trying, I could take most of it.
“Shh, Mina, you’re not ready for it.” Without letting me respond, Vadric lifted me a fraction off his lap, one hand on my hip and one in my hair. My eyes widened and in the next instant, I felt the tip of his tail gliding over my wet vulva.
