Page 18 of Monsters in My Bed
Mark steps to the edge of the bed between my legs, towering over my naked form. The fabric of his funny-looking pants brushing against my skin, heightening my awareness of his presence—so close to touching me, but not. I squirm under the intensity of his stare, the satiny sheets easily shifting with the movement.
“Did you want me to fight you?”
He cocks his head to the side, contemplating my words. “Perhaps. I’m to discipline you regardless, so I suppose it doesn’t matter how good you are… or how bad.”
“But you prefer me to be naughty?” I supply with curiosity.
“Anything that gives me an excuse to spank you—touch you roughly—but like I said, that’s already going to happen. Vizruk and Osz tasked me with your punishment, and I take that duty very seriously.”
His voice deepens as he speaks, becoming more sibilant as his monster rises to the surface, and my pussy spasms as something feral streaks across his expression. I want his bogeyman to come out and play. Walking my fingers along the smooth planes of my stomach, I marvel at how well the sinqol stitched everything back together without even a scar.
Mark’s gaze tracks every move I make, his sharp inhale the only sign that he’s affected when I finally dip my hand between the apex of my thighs. He licks his lips, and I don’t even try to stop the smug smirk from gracing my mouth. Eyes blazing, Mark bends to his knees and leans forward, his nose bumping my fingers.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
“Did I need it?” I taunt.
In response, he sticks out his tongue, allowing his Vasura to come through. Half his face morphs into the alien-like monster I’ve grown to love while the rest remains human. His lips stretch to accommodate his mouthful of sharp teeth, and his long tongue lashes out to flick against my pussy and clit.
My back bows up at the contact, beckoning him for more, but Mark only teases me. Scowling, I sit up and attempt to pull him over me, but Mark sits back on his haunches. With a sinking feeling, I realize this is my punishment—to be taunted with release but not be given it. I want to laugh.Doesn’t Mark know this is how Xhoshad, Nerazi, and Seriq always do it?String me along until I might shatter.
At this point, I’m a pro at being edged—but it doesn’t mean I like it. I would much rather have my cake and eat it, too. From the mischievous grin on Mark’s face, he knows this but is channeling Nerazi hard. My kind and considerate mate is gone, replaced with the stern doctor whose patient didn’t follow orders.
And he spanks.
Mark tips back his head, his nostrils flaring as he inhales. “What are you thinking?”
“Why?” I hedge.
“I can smell you, Alexis. Every naughty thought sends a wave of pheromones into the air, and this one was nearly overpowering. So I’ll ask again—what are you thinking?”
Biting my lip, I don’t answer immediately. It’s the only leverage I have at the moment to provoke Mark back, but I know I’m only making my punishment worse.
And more pleasurable.
“I was remembering when you spanked me… and how much I liked it.”
“And is that what I should do now? Spank you?”
He sounds sincere, and I nod eagerly. Mark rises up and sits on the bed next to me before pulling me into his lap. I try to straddle him, but he flips me around until my back is to his chest and his cock is wedged between us. The velvety tip brushes against my spine, and I wiggle closer, nestling my ass more firmly atop him.
His hands come down to grip my hips, immobilizing me. “Sit still.”
“Or else what?”
My rebellious retort surprises us both, and Mark gives a cruel chuckle. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With this ominous reply, his lower body shifts, doubling in size, as he morphs into his monster. His nose nuzzles my neck, and I know he hasn’t completely changed. When I look down at his hands, the fingers have elongated into black claws, the darkness creeping up past his wrists to mingle with his tanned skin.
A shiver dances along my spine with the knowledge that he’s half-beast, half-human. Hinged and unhinged. Controlled until he’s not… and I’m just sick enough to make him want to snap. There’s intent this time when I undulate my hips, hoping to seduce the patience clean out of him. It’s a risky move, egging his monster on. Either I’ll win and get my way.
Or I’ll lose, and my punishment will be even more drawn out.
Honestly, it’s a coin toss as to which one I prefer. While I want as many orgasms as possible immediately, I also love this volatile side of Mark. Where he can submerge himself in his rage and hate, taking it out against the slick joining of our bodies. Because I know he would never hurt me or lose control completely. But that’s the lure—his monstercouldhurt me.
“Alexisssss.”
Mark’s warning is little more than a hiss, and I moan at the sound. The grip on my outer legs tightens, his claws pricking into my skin. Sharps bites of pain awaken my nerve endings, and everything around me intensifies in anticipation. I wait with bated breath to see what Mark will do next, but even then, I’m surprised.
