Page 50 of My Monster's Keeper
“We are not having this conversation!” I shriek.
Hartley gives me a look of deep sympathy. “From experience, it’s better to get these things out in the open now.”
“She was showing her interest?” Stix asks in excitement. “She was receptive to us?”
“Yes, her body was saying yes,” Diablos confirms with a glance at Hartley.
“She needs to say it, too,” Hartley throws in desperately. “In words, out loud.”
“Pupil changes, skin colour, breathing, her scent, the nipples tighten, her voice will get soft or deeper, all normal changes of a human wanting to breed.” Diablos lists off a fucking encyclopedia of ridiculous nonsense.
WANTING TO BREED? Like fucking hell!
Stix glares at Diablos. “That is a request, is it not?”
The big demon hesitates and then dips his head. “Yes.”
“Diablos, darling, we need to go,” Hartley warns and grips his arm. “Now. Right now. Hurry.”
“No, I’m helping them.”
“Uh, nope, you have never met a scarier creature in all the realms than a woman insulted while she is menstruating. We’re leaving right now.” Hartley’s urgency finally captures his mate’s attention.
Diablos looks around, confused, and spots me. He blinks three times and takes two large steps back to hide behind Hartley. “Uh, yes. Well, you’re on your own. I suggest you talk to her.”
Frost turns and spots me and takes a healthy step back. Even Puppy is still in his ceiling hidey hole.
The demonic couple vanishes, leaving me with only my rage to make me feel better. Stix turns to me and presses his lips together.
“Do you want to breed?”
I let out a wordless roar and pick up the nearest object, a coffee cup, and hurl it at the wall.
Puppy starts to laugh, and that’s it, I can’t take anymore. I throw myself downstairs, hearing them following me until I get to the front door. I pull on the handle, but it slams shut.
“Do you want us?” Frost whispers in my ear. “Are you receptive to us, little human?”
My anger slides away. I clutch at it, trying to recall it, but I can’t. I shudder, fighting the urge to lean back into him.
“You smell like you want to,” he whispers. “Can I feel?”
I know the others are watching. But I’m humiliated, and my body is aching. And I’m lonely. I should say no, but what happens instead is that I nod my head. He reaches down, slips under the track pants I pulled on, between us, and slips his finger into my folds from behind. I groan at the feel of him, and my hips twitch back against him.
“So hot, so wet,” Frost murmurs. “This is not how my people do things.”
I want to ask, but he’s figured out to rub against my movements. I shift my hips, and when he pushes, his fingers slip inside me.
He lets out a deep sound in his chest. One of pleasure and masculine approval.
“So wet. But you’re hurting. Why are you hurting?” Frost whispers.
“The cramps hurt.” It took me a moment to clear my throat, but I get the words out. “This helps. Don’t stop, please.”
“Do you want us?” Frost purrs in my ear.
I feel a blast of cold from his fingers and moan. I fuck myself on his hand, so very aware of the eyes in the room watching. My speed increases, and I pant and claw at the door as my body tightens around his fingers. I let out a gasp, my eyes going wide. I stare straight into Puppy’s monstrous face and come again, even harder.
“Yes!” I scream. “I want you.”
