Page 78 of My Monster's Keeper
Hmm.
Not the time.
I shampoo my long hair with the same shampoo that she uses and pause, surrounded by her scent.
Except it’s not the same, it’s like something is missing.
“You feel it, too. The connection. You’re the one fighting the most to ignore it.”
“The risk of accidentally killing her is much higher than with the rest of you.”
“The Grim would disagree-”
“The Grim would be intentional, not accidental. Who shall I test it on? Who shall I lose control with to see if Becky Dawson can withstand everything I have to offer?”
His eyebrows raise. “Test it on me.”
“What?” I ask in shock.
Stix’s clothes vanish, and he steps into the shower. Tall and lithe, proportionate in a way that is similar to my people.
Blood pounds in my ears.
“What are you doing?”
Stix moves under the spray, which has turned cold as ice.
“You can’t hurt me, so let’s practice. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Frost. Let me help you.”
I have no words as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I can’t get my head around this. He is Shadow kin. I am Fae, our species never.
“Stop thinking and kiss me back, Frost.”
I respond to his demand instantly, sliding my hands up his muscled back and pulling him into me. He feels so good, so hard against my body.
How long has it been since I was touched?
Fingers glide up my thighs, and I fall drunk at the dark taste of him. Everywhere he touches, I feel alive, out of control. Fire licks our skin, but he leans into it, pressing me against the shower tiles.
He drags his mouth from mine and drops down to his knees, kissing a fiery trail all the way down.
I’m hard for him. So hard. It should be wrong, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
He nuzzles my cock, turning his face to kiss my balls.
I reach down, intending to grab my cock, but I end up with my fingers curled in hair, losing my damn mind as his mouth, that hot cavern, closes over my cock.
And I am ice.
Stix hisses and sucks harder. I glance down and see a mist cloud come out of his mouth.
“No, it’s not working-”
“Practice,” Stix retorts. “You can’t hurt me, Fae. Just use me to practice.”
Use him?
I want to ask what that means, but he just kisses down the side of my cock and then back up the underside, flicking his tongue over the tip.
