Page 8 of Monsters in My Bed
With my claws curled in preparation, I finally succumb to the urges clamoring in my body and mind. Gripping Alexis under her ass, I easily lift her aloft, pulling her lips from my cock. She pouts in disappointment until I align my dick against her sopping entrance. Between the wetness of her pussy and mouth combined with my own arousal, the tip slides right in.
The three of us groan in unison, my thighs trembling as I fight not to seat Alexis completely on me. Vizruk unravels his long tongue to tease our mate’s hidden nub of pleasure right above where I’m thrusting. She bucks, her back arching at the contact as a gush of liquid coats my cock. Both my twin and I shudder at the slick heat squeezing around me, knowing how much our mate needs us.
Viz flicks his tongue back and forth as I bounce Alexis up and down. The minutes pass with agonizing slowness, but eventually the beauty in my arms slides halfway down my length. When my twin works her into another orgasm, I use the opportunity to thrust the rest of the way into her tight pussy. Alexis screams, her body rippling with pleasure at the brute force of my touch.
“Oh, god!”
“Osz,” I correct, loving my name because she gave it to me.
“God, Osz, it’s the same.” Vizruk laughs at her joke, but my chest puffs up in pride that she likens me to her human idols. “Again. Make me come again, please.”
As if she needed to ask, but I obediently lift her up, nearly pulling her off before plunging back into my delicate mate. A cacophony of moans bounce off the walls surrounding us as I take Alexis higher and higher. Her pussy flutters, a sign of her impending orgasm, and I ready my claws.
“I claim you as my mate, now and forever.”
With this, I rake my nails down her left bicep in tandem with my cock diving into her depths. The combination of my words and movements hurls Alexis into another climax, and that’s all I need before I let go and follow. My cum fills her pussy as her body milks every last drop out of me.
She collapses in a sated heap against my chest, my cock still throbbing inside of her. Next to us, Vizruk wipes himself clean, reaching over to rub his seed into the exposed skin of our mate’s back, claiming her in a different way. Alexis’ breaths slow along with her heartbeat as I savor the feeling of her in my arms. She’s mine again, and nothing can take her away from me.
At this, the egg in front of us splits open, and I smile at the irony. No one can take me away from my mate, but we’re all about to become parents—something I never dreamed of before meeting Alexis. I don’t know how to be a father, but I’m willing to do anything to make my mate happy and give her the one thing she craves above all else.
A family.
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Acrackingsoundrendsthe air.
“The egg!”
My gasp is equal parts excitement and terror. My mates wrap their arms around me in support.
“It'll be okay,” one of them whispers in reassurance, but I'm too busy staring at the egg to pay attention to who spoke.
A deep fissure runs up the length of it, nearly splitting the sphere in two and propelling it into motion. The egg rolls back toward the edge of the sinqol pools, and I screech like a deranged mother hen, yanking out of my mates’ hold. I dive for my baby, catching it at the last second and pulling it back toward me. Holding onto it tightly, I never want to let go, but the darned thing seems to fight me, getting hotter and hotter as if there's molten lava inside ready to burst forth.
The pain intensifies, blinding me to everything else. I can't let go of the ball, and just as the heat threatens to scorch off my very fingerprints, someone knocks the egg from my grasp. It crashes onto the rocky floor and shatters into a million pieces. A strange hissing sound escapes as I scramble to poke through the pieces and peer inside. It’s just as dark as the outside and…empty.The only thing to come out is a small wisp of black smoke.
“Where's my baby?!”
The worry clogging my throat nearly chokes me, but still, Vizruk and Oz hold me back.
“Be calm, rodzen,” Osz whispers into my ear as he pulls me more firmly against his torso. “Your baby is right there.”
I look to where he's pointing in confusion. “There'snothingthere!”
“Yes, there is,” Vizruk counters. “Look, don't you see the shadow?”
It's then that I acknowledge the teensy tendril of darkness still hovering in midair. The wisp reminds me of when my boogeymen turn into their shadow forms, and my breath catches in my throat.
“That's my…baby?”
“Yes. This is how Vasura are formed—from the shadows of darkness and the surrounding emotions that create their physical bodies.”
As Osz's words sink in, I assess myself—all the fear and stress I’m feeling, which are feeding into my baby. I don't want it to be born of those things, but then again, can I really give it anything better? If I send it love and comfort, won’t it just end up like Viz and Osz—notthat there's anything wrong with my twin mates, but they were born from a union of impure and pure emotions. Vasura simply cannot handle something as good as love. Even Mark, the kindest person I know, admits to being born of negativity and tamping it away.
Maybe that’s why Seriq ran.
