Page 48 of Insidious Monsters
This was where I said goodnight, crawled under the covers, and closed my eyes.
But to do that, I needed to get changed into my sleep shorts and tee.
The primal part of me blared a warning.Do not strip. Do not strip.
But it was too late. My hands were at the hem of my polo shirt, and in the next moment I’d peeled it off and flung it on the floor.
Telarion went still as a statue, the rapid rise and fall of his chest the only sign that he was alive.
My stomach fluttered as I peeled down my jeggings and kicked them off, standing before him in my underwear.
His hands curled into fists.
I licked my lips and he let out a soft growl, one hand going to his groin, and it hit me. He’d made me come several times but each time he hadn’t had any payoff.
I took a step toward him.
“Don’t.” His tone held undeniable command.
I faltered.
“Lie back on the bed.”
Heart pounding, I did just that.
He didn’t approach; instead, he retreated until he was standing with his back pressed to the wall. “I want to smell your arousal, August. I want to taste it on the air. I want to see you touch yourself.”
My mouth dried up, all the moisture heading south. “Only if you touch yourself too.”
He made a sound, part protest, part relief. “August…” His voice had devolved to the gravelly, deep tones that signaled the rise of the monster.
“Please.” I parted my thighs, teasing him with what he could have.
“Yes,” he conceded.
I slipped my fingers into my panties. Fuck, I was hot, wet, and ready, clit swollen and aching. I began to circle it, my gaze on him as he reached for his groin.
The snap of a buckle was chased by a low groan, then ragged breath as he worked himself.
We locked gazes, pleasuring ourselves, and by doing so pleasuring each other. His eyes glowed bright in the gloom, body expanding, distorting until he filled the room with his monstrous presence and the raw grunts and gasps of his mounting arousal.
My body was no longer my own, my hand no longer mine. It was his, yes, his hand touching me, his hand shuttling me toward a shattering climax.
“Come for me.” His growl filled my head. “Come for me now.”
My body responded to the order, splintering on a climax that arched my back off the bed, curled my toes, and stole the breath from my lungs.
His roar washed over me, and a moment later his huge hands pinned my thighs to the bed as he claimed the nectar of my arousal with his tongue, bringing me to a second peak and then a third until I was sobbing for him to stop, just stop please.
He released me with a guttural sound of anguish, and when I finally reclaimed control of my body, he was gone, leaving nothing but the heady scent of sex in the air and the imprint of his thick fingers on my thighs.
thirteen
“Did you sleep well?” Archie asked from the driver’s seat. Although not much driving was happening right now.
Traffic this early in the morning was a bitch. We would already be at Crow’s Path if we’d taken the train, but the thought of going back to the station where I’d been attacked made me nauseous.
“Hello? Earth to August?” Archie said.
