Page 48 of My Monster's Keeper
Becky
Iget off the toilet and bitch and moan under my breath for a few minutes. Fucking cramps. They aren’t normally this bad, but sometimes, under stress, I’ve noticed they just get teeth. I search through the cupboards, hunting for a pad or a tampon, anything. I’m sure I bought some.
I kick my shorts to the corner of the room and then pause as something out of the corner of my eyes catches my attention. I turn slowly to look in the corner. Puppy is sniffing my shorts. He steps onto the floor, off the freaking wall, and his eyes flick up to me.
His tail moves sinuously behind him as he slowly moves closer. Oh, god. The way his eyes fix on the junction of my legs makes me weak.
I’m not sure why I feel so vulnerable right now, but I glance at the door. My chest is heaving. Stix and Wilder are on the other side. Would they wake up if I shouted?
“Puppy,” I warn.
He sniffs the air and shifts suddenly into his human form, standing tall and inhaling the air again like a cop in a donut shop.
“You bleed.”
“Yes, it happens,” I say testily.
He frowns, and his tongue flicks the air again. I just…I don’t know what the hell happens, but I see his tongue and remember how it felt in my throat, and I’m suddenly not just bleeding. I’m hot, aroused. Needy.
He inhales, and his eyes start to glow.
“You’re bleeding,” Puppy croons. He takes a step towards me.
“If you come near me, I will shove Frost’s blade up your ass and think of an inferno.” Do I mean that? Not sure.
Puppy giggles. Chuckles. I don’t know what the sound is, but it’s creepy and sends a throb between my thighs. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I would sell my soulfor a pair of jeans right now. The floor is cold, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything but watch as he shifts those incredible muscles.
Holy shit, oh, shit. I tense, shifting on the balls of my feet, but he throws out shadows and captures my ankles and wrists. My wrists snap up to the ceiling while my legs are stretched out.
“You shouldn’t be-”
He reaches out, and a black shadow snaps across my mouth. I stare down at him as he lowers to his knees in front of me. What is he going to do?
There’s this delicious mix of fear and want and need inside me.
This is so wrong, but it feels so very, very right.
His tongue flicks out, touching my thigh. I jerk and let out a muffled squeal. He glances up at me, and then he flicks his tongue in again, and, this time, it’s where I need it, crave it. He licks from back to front, slowly, leisurely. Rubbing my pussy lips with enough friction to make me whimper.
I groan, yanking against the restraints on my wrists, every movement affecting that hot, wet slide of his tongue on my aching cunt.
When I look down, his eyes meet mine. Intense, broody, hungry.
This isn’t right. No one has ever…I’m bleeding! I inhale deeply through my nose, aching and clenching on air.
He shifts closer, putting his hands on my thighs, exploring, licking. Once he starts, he’s so diligent in his efforts that I end up losing thought of anything else but his tongue. Pressure builds up, a heavy weight pressing on my lower abdomen. I’ve given up protesting, just hanging in his restraints and making occasional whimpers.
I thrust my hips helplessly. The thick muscle undulates over my clit, flicking and licking through every fold and crevasse of flesh, and then he finds my entrance. All the blood. Just thinking about it makes me wetter.
This is so wrong.
We both pause while the tip of the tongue traces the ring of muscle. I feel a sharp pain and a gush of fluid. I look down at him, and he groans, and his eyes close.
Oh, fuck.
His tongue surges inside me, and I cry out. I don’t care that my mouth is covered; I cry against bonds because it feels so good.
I feel so full. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, flicking my clit as his tongue moves back into his mouth.
