Page 108 of My Monster's Keeper
“Do you fear me now?”
I shake my head and stumble a step towards him. He flinches and then manages to catch me as I fall into his arms.
“This is you?”
“The form of the Hunter. We are what we hunt. All the traits that make up them are part of me.” He raises a hand and opens his shirt, showing me the hard scales on his chest.
“You shouldn’t hide anymore.”
His arms tighten around me. “Damn you, Becky. My Warrior.”
“Why are you damning me?” I ask with a smile.
“Because I’ll be yours forever now,” Wilder whispers. “Whatever you need of me, whenever you need it, I’ll be here to give it to you.”
I cup his cheek in the same way he cupped mine earlier. “I love you.” My whisper is small, a tiny fragment of sound, but it’s said, and my stomach jolts with nerves. Have I ever said that to another being? Not that I can recall. Even with Grant, I didn’t give away those words.
He seems to know how important this moment is and carefully lowers his head to press our foreheads together.
“And I, you,” Wilder murmurs.
He touches his lips to mine, then again, then a third time before I grip that soft fur and hold him still, plunging my tongue into his mouth. His teeth graze my tongue, and I whimper.
“Wilder, I want your hands on me,” I gasp out.
He laughs darkly, and I find myself imprisoned in the talons of my lover as he grips my hips, nudging me back with his hips. I step and stumble back, but instead of holding me up, he pushes me until I fall.
I land on the grass and sit up, but when he strips out of his clothes and moves to stand over me, I run my hand from his ankle up to his thigh, reaching for his huge cock.
Cocks?
Plural. Because there’s two. Two large cocks. Oh, my…
I swallow hard at the same time as I pulse between my legs. My pussy obviously freaking out. With want. Arousal makes my inner thighs slippery, but I ignore it, gasping as he kneels over me. He straddles my thighs, his cocks flopping down onto my belly. One sits above the other. I lick my lips, considering how this might play out.
“So…um…something you want to share with the class?” I squeak.
Wilder snorts a laugh and leans forward, planting his arms on either side of my shoulders. “It will be fine,” Wilder soothes, and his wings spread, blocking out the light and the world. I reach up, stroking my fingers down the shaft of one.
He shudders. “Careful, warrior.”
His cocks twitch on my stomach, and my attention is drawn back to them. He’s got no fur on his balls, and he has only two of them. Hmm. I reach down and slip my hand around him.
Wilder growls and grits his jaw. “Becky!”
I reach up with my other hand and encircle both of them.
“Tell me about your favorite day,” I say with a wicked smile.
“Today, definitely today.” Wilder groans and thrusts into my hands.
My confidence grows, and I lift my shoulders off the ground and lick the scales on his chest. He shifts, holding his weight on one hand while he cradles my head to him. I lick my way to his nipple and drag my teeth over it.
He hisses and then moans. A deep guttural sound that has me clenching, my arousal leaking out of me.
“I can smell how much you want me,” Wilder hisses.
“It wasn’t obvious? I must be losing my touch.”
