Page 93 of My Monster's Keeper
“You taste better than I would have believed. You feel better than anything. I’m going to bury myself in here and stay anchored between your thighs forever.” Stix snarls as he violently slams into me. “So. Damn. Good.”
I start to pant. I might die if he stops. I’ve never felt this out of control before.
“Give me my arms and legs!” I grit out.
He lifts his head, his eyes pitch black, and growls. I clench hard around him, and my legs are free. I pull them in, locking them around his waist and dragging myself up on his cock.
“Oh, my god.” I gasp out, my eyes rolling. I get wetter, if that’s even possible.
“You can call me god if you like,” Stix growls viciously, and the bonds holding my hands release.
Stix hisses, but I grab his hair and drag his mouth back down to mine. Now, we can fuck.
I meet every thrust with one of mine, and when Stix drags his mouth away from mine, panting, I laugh and lean forward to bite his shoulder.
He hisses and thrusts even faster. It feels so fucking good. I growl and claw my hand up his back, only to feel spikes.
What?
I run my fingers over the spinal protrusions and then realise that in the depth of his black hair, he has horns. I grab his jaw and hold him still and, chasing an impulse, I reach up and lick one.
Stix goes in-fucking-sane.
He roars and thrusts into me so hard it’s all I can do to hold on. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to him, and fucks me like he’s trying to crawl inside me.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I let out a shrill scream as he hits my g-spot, over and over, until I’m left on the edge of nirvana. Stix looks down at me in that moment, his eyes demonic and full of possession. He smiles. Something on his cock flexes and pierces my insides.
Sharp, painful, bliss.
My new lover offers me a dark smirk of satisfaction. “You’re mine, now,” he says in a guttural growl and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
I scream and tumble over into rapture.
My body goes tight as a bow. I arch, unable to control anything as my muscles seize around his cock, milking him, dragging everything he can offer out of him and demanding more. My body locks onto his, my arms around him, my legs locked around his waist. The pleasure hits me wave after wave. It goes on for what seems like ever. All the while, he’s growling low in his throat with his teeth buried in my shoulder. He snarls, jerking his hips. His hot release bathes my insides and seeps out between us.
I fucking love it. I feel filthy and sexy, and this is nothing I’d ever dreamed, but, fuck, I don’t want to go the rest of my life without doing this again.
“I have a job for you. OH, FUCK! My eyes! Oh, sweet demonic hellscape, what the fuck?”
I hear a crash and spot Puppy charging across the kitchen towards the intruder. Stix’s eyes are glowing with rage. He lifts me like I’m a rag doll, keeping me impaled on his cock as he turns us just enough that I can see what’s going on.
Diablos holds his hands up and backs away. “Now, Puppy, I’m just here to deliver a job!” He vanishes into smoke as Puppy launches himself at him.
He appears outside, but Puppy is already on the move and is flying through the air. Diablos shifts again in a cloud, desperate to save himself. Puppy whirls and chases after his prey with pure violence on his mind.
“Should we help him?” I ask Stix and press open kisses to his shoulder.
“No. He knows better than to invade our dens. We let it go before because we were uncaring of this den in this world, but now it won’t be tolerated. Puppy is laying down the rules.”
“I thought Diablos was a strong demon.”
“Puppy, Frost, Wilder, and I are all stronger on our worst days than the horned one,” Stix murmurs. “Enough about him while I’m buried inside you. Do you need a reminder of whose arms you’re in?”
I giggle and snuggle close. “No. Well, maybe. But, first, where are the others?”
It’s weird. I get all unsettled and anxious when they aren’t around now.
“Stix!” Diablos screams from the backyard.
