Page 52 of Fate & Monsters
A vein in his temple throbbed, his hair hung in an inky black curtain to frame his face twisted with monstrous pleasure. His horns gleamed in the firelight like a demonic crown. The corded muscles under his dark fur flexed and tensed with his movements. The flexing of his stomach and the width of his sculpted shoulders made me bear down and tremble around his length. He was beastly, and he was magnificent.
I lifted my hips harder to feel every hot, throbbing inch of him driving inside of me. “Please, please!”
“You want it rough?” His growl knocked the air from my lungs, and I clenched around him. “Oh, I know you do, sweet pet. I can feel how badly you want it.”
This position was so deep and so intimate, and watching his cock disappear inside me was intensely erotic. His cock bulged my lowerstomach, proving how deep he truly was and how much of my body he’d earned. The beast would tear me in half if he went any deeper and gods-damn me, I locked both legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
“I’ll make you scream louder than you ever have before.”
My breath hitched when he rammed against me, against my inner walls and stroking on that receptive bundle of nerves only he had ever managed. A surge of impossible heat crashed through me, and a storm of golden fire erupted from my stomach through my limbs. My veins sparked with lightning and the sounds I made only encouraged the beast to fuck me harder, deeper, faster. “Such a sweet pet. So good for me.”
“Mavros, I’m… I’m going to—” The cresting rapture cut me off.
The creak of the wood under my back almost concerned me. The table legs scraped against the floor in complaint, but the lewd, slick sounds of his cock entering me and the aria of our moans rose louder.
His husky timbre ricocheted through my skull, headier than any drug. “Relax and let go. Give me all your pleasure.”
A culmination of blessed release burned through me. The blinding, quivering effects of an orgasm sent me into a frenzy of sensation. I soared over the edge of the heavens and flew into the dazzling depths of the universe. I clawed athis shoulders, dragging him against me, chest to chest, using his bulky weight to keep me anchored to the world even as my mind floated away.
“Ah! Yes, yes!”
“Gods—fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t last when you… gods, when you come… it’s so…” He sounded frantic, out of breath, drunk, and wild. “That’s so good. Fuck, yes, that’s so good. You feel so good, so perfect. Good little pet. So good.”
His heart strummed an uneven, rapid staccato against my chest. His vibrating growls thundered around me and echoed through my bones. A smaller secondary orgasm cascaded through my core from the slight shift in position. Enough to make me cry out anew and hold him tighter. So tight, so close, squeezing his dick impossibly hard as I fluttered around him. With a mighty roar, he pulsed his release inside of me. Thrust after thrust, painting my insides with his primal claim.
“You don’t need anybody else but me. No one else can have you, Astoria. I don’t even want you thinking of others. You’re mine.” His claws almost scratched my cheek when he caught my chin. His eyes blazed through me before his mouth crashed into mine in a mind-shattering, bone-melting kiss I didn’t want to end.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in a nest of pillows and blankets on the library rug. The fire had sputtered out and a welcoming darkness shrouded the lofty room. When I shifted, Mavros stirred. Something hard nudged my behind, and Ismiled to find us both naked and tangled together.
In the dark, dreamy haze of sleep and night, I threw a leg over his hips and found him receptive. Mavros simply grabbed my hips as I lowered myself onto his cock and rocked over his length. He growled and squirmed as I bounced on his cock but ultimately let me take control. I rode him into oblivion and his knot swelled. He didn’t stop me from sinking lower onto it. He knotted me, locking himself into my body, and we both came again. I fell asleep tucked into his arms and locked together with his swollen knot, knowing there were actual monsters outside the safety of the castle, but content in the embrace of the monster I loved.
Chapter 19
A disturbance raised my hacklesin the lazy hour of dawn.
Domovoy burst into the library like spilled ink from a bottle. The mass of shadow shifted into his cat-form as he landed on the rug out of reach. With Astoria naked and sleeping in my arms, a possessive and protective instinct rose in me. I lifted a blanket higher over her and draped an arm over her shoulder to hide her from the cat. I sneered at him, showing off sharp teeth in a blatant warning he ignored with an equally agitated hiss.
His usually unreadable eyes were wide.
Afraid.
“What is it?” He wasn’t here just to bother me, and his shifty energy set my teeth on edge.
His gaze flicked to where Astoria was bundled in my arms.
“You must hide her, master. There isn’t much time—”
She flinched in my embrace. Ifelt her breathing pattern change against my chest. Awake, and listening. I gritted my teeth, wishing she had remained asleep.
“Time for what? What happened?” Alarm prickled at my nape.
Domovoy’s smoky whiskers twitched. “A scout just returned from the skies, master. A procession of blood flows toward the castle. It’ll arrive by dusk.”
A tundra froze my blood and stilled my heart.
Time had run out. There were no more days. No more time to recover or discover secrets. No more time to enjoy Astoria or unravel the way she felt about me.
Dusk.
