Page 2 of The Monster's Obsession
Seeking out something to help keep me upright, I wrap my hands around the small black square of counter space. It shakes a bit as I lean into it for support.
Laz’s warm breath fans over my skin, and he flicks his tongue over my throat. I groan, stretching my neck to the side to give him easier access.
Laz is dangerous because he knows exactly how to tease my body for maximum pleasure with minimum effort. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and his lighthearted energy is addictive. Not to mention, his desire for me fuels my magic like no one else.
“You smell absolutely divine.” He slides his tattooed hand around my stomach and down to tease my lower lips over the silky material of my dress. “Won’t be too much longer, and this sweet little cunt will be all mine.”
I moan as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin of my shoulder. He doesn’t let the thin material of the strap stop him as he licks and sucks while grinding against my ass.
“You’re on fire tonight, aren’t you?” I tease, but in reality, he always affects me on some deep level.
It’s hard to explain.
Yes, I get a power boost from his sexual desire that’s more potent than I’ve ever experienced, but it’s so much more than that. It’s like his calm, steady energy levels me out in some way that’s even more potent than magic.
“I thought we still had a few weeks before the quickening hit?” Laz murmurs, running his nose along the column of my neck. “Your scent alone tells me there’s no way it’ll hold off for that long.”
My brow furrows.
“It should be several weeks away…” I think.
Female fae experience a period of hyperfertility known as the quickening. It comes regularly every three months. For several days leading up to the beginning of the quickening, we build ourselves a safe spot to burrow and nest.
In Faere, homes often have small rooms designated for the purpose of nesting. It’s very much like how a female wolf will build her den, except we fill ours with soft pillows, fabrics that appeal to our senses, and if the fae has a mate, then they’ll be invited in too.
During the days leading up to it, the female will smell sweeter and seem more appealing to any compatible partners. Once the quickening begins, a haze of lust overrides logical thought. That’s why it’s important to be in a safe place when it hits and far away from anyone you don’t trust.
If fertilization doesn’t occur, there will be several days of cramping and other uncomfortable symptoms.
Laz has helped me through multiple cycles, and he’s the only person who’s built up the level of trust I need to believe he won’t push past my boundaries.
Kraken mate differently than fae.
It makes him an ideal partner because, oftentimes, one male wouldn’t be able to meet the sexual needs of a fae female, at least not during her quickening.
Laz doesn’t just have his cock and mouth, though. He’s stacked with tentacles when he’s in his monster form.
Not to mention the cock pocket.
Gods, how I love teasing the sensitive tissue with my tongue.
“It’s probably time we give notice. We can do the show tonight and maybe the one tomorrow, but after that, I don’t think we’ll be able to come back to The Den until it hits. It’s either coming faster than you expect, or you’re just extra sweet this time.” Laz nuzzles his cheek to mine. “Either way, it’s not worth the risk. You know what it does to the other monsters.” His aquamarine eyes meet mine in the mirror, but I’m more distracted by his pointy canines. They’re sharp all the time, more like vampire fangs than human teeth. In full monster form, he has a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth, and they are intimidating as hell if you aren’t expecting them. “We’ll need to warn Aline and Dread, since we won’t be available.”
I nod my agreement.
The bosses are good about honoring our requests for time off, but I always feel guilty when it comes faster than I’m expecting. It’s more of an issue for me than it is for most fae, since my siren blood riles up anyone who gets a whiff of me.
Laz cups my lower stomach, pulling me back into his lithe chest. “I know you get extra needy when the quickening is close. You want me to fill all your holes tonight, precious?”
I groan, nodding frantically.
He loves teasing me, but I enjoy his torment just as much.
“They’re calling for you, Laz,” Saber says from behind us.
Laz chuckles. “I’ll just bet they are.”
My eyes catch on Saber’s light gray eyes. They’re so pale there’s no mistaking he’s a sentinel, one of the offspring of heaven. His dark hair falls around his face in waves.
