Page 12 of Monstrous Heat
A deep, guttural sound rumbled through him. Almost a purr but more… reptilian. It sent chills screeching down my spine, even as my back arched, pushing up against him. Pressure built against my opening. No pain but more than a little intimidating. I sucked in a shaky breath, trying not to move.
Another ragged grunt escaped his throat. His eyes burned, watching the way I gasped and shook. “Take me in, baby.”
Spasms shook my body, inevitably nudging him deeper. Which sent another devastating ripple of sensation through me. I wanted him seated deep and hard inside me, but trepidation made me quake again. Which only allowed him to glide deeper. A vicious, shattering circle.
I fisted my hands in the bedding, trying to control myself. Even though part of me wanted to shove my hips up hard and fast. Insanity. I couldn’t. Take him. Too much. I couldn’t. Breathe. He took up all the space in my body, as if his dick rearranged my organs to make room. Not even a molecule of air could fit in my lungs.
Panic washed over me. Blackness filled my vision. Maybe I was going to pass out. My heart thudded. My ears roared with the sound of blood rushing through my veins.
“Breathe.” He growled against my ear, a deep, vicious rumble that still somehow managed to be tender and soft. “That’s it. Take me to the hilt. Such a good little human. So good. So tasty. Makes me want to take a nice, juicy bite.”
A sound escaped my lips. Part gasp. A bleat of fear. A moan. Because it was so good. He covered me, his skin blazing hot against me. Massive rock and muscle, so heavy and terrifyingly large. Yet he didn’t hurt me.
Even his threat to bite me only made me moan, automatically turning my head to give him my neck. Some instinctual mating ritual long dead for humans—but some remnant remained, brought back to life by him.
“Let me see your eyes.”
Turning my head back, I blinked, trying to do as he asked. I stared up into inhuman red eyes. Shaking from head to foot, but also comforted. His eyes were strange, yes, but otherwise, he looked the same. He hadn’t changed into the lizard thing or sprouted scales or a tail. At least not that I could see. He wasn’t mindlessly ravaging me like a beast.
Though truth be told…
I’d like that. Someday. Maybe not this first time though. Not when I swore that I could feel his pulse in my abdomen.
“How does that feel?”
My brain didn’t seem to be connected to my mouth. All I could manage to say was, “Ng.”
One corner of his lips quirked up briefly but his jaw remained tight. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, his shoulders corded with strain. “That was the easy part.”
Oh shit. Gulp.
“You trust me?”
Duh. I rolled my eyes and managed to get my mouth to work. “You have to ask that now?”
“I’ll do my best to stay in control but heat rides me hard. I don’t think I’ll shift. But if I do, don’t run. Whatever you do. Please. Don’t run. I won’t hurt you, but a dynos loves a good chase. I don’t want to traumatize my pretty little human mate.”
I rolled my eyes again though his words made heat flush my cheeks. I’d never called myself pretty. I was smart, professional, and sometimes, I could convince myself that I was cute. But pretty? Never. That was too close to beautiful, which had never, ever been an adjective used to describe me.
He leaned down, his eyes slitted. “Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t like it. Not one bit.”
Turning his head slightly, he rubbed his forehead and temple against my cheek. Down into my throat. Up beneath my chin. As if he was rubbing his scent into my skin. Marking me like a cat.
His musky scent wasn’t so strange now. I caught myself rubbing my cheek and mouth back against him, not minding the liquid on his skin. My lips tingled. It wasn’t sweat, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It didn’t taste bad at all. A spicy aftertaste lingered on my tongue, spreading down my throat. I wasn’t even aware that I’d swallowed whatever it was. That my mouth was open on his cheek, my tongue swirling over his skin the same way he’d feasted on me earlier.
He rose on his elbows. His chest heaved as he slowly hauled himself out of me. An endless, torturous pull and glide that made me writhe and gasp and claw at his back. With a heavy grunt, he shoved back inside me. A hard, controlled stroke that drove me down into the bed, crushing me beneath his weight. That massive dick cut through my body like a hot knife through butter, pushing impossibly deep. Thudding up inside me hard enough that my breath exploded out in a strangled cry.
His jaw tightened, his forehead dropping down against mine. “Recalculating.”
I had no idea what that meant. He pulled back again for another thrust. I braced, my heart thudding heavily, but he didn’t slam against my cervix this time.
“Better?”
The word didn’t even make sense. I’d already come so hard and long that none of my other sexual encounters even measured up. Another heavy thrust wiped away every man that I’d ever known. Obliterated them into dust. His scent in my head. His body straining against me. Filling me up, impossibly wide and thick and long. I lost the ability to breathe again. To think.
He made a deep, feral growl every time he thrust that kept my instincts ping-ponging between flight or fight. Run. Struggle. Scream. I wasn’t scared. Just overwhelmed with sensation. My throat hurt but I couldn’t stop crying out. I flailed at his chest and shoulders, not even sure why. I didn’t want him to stop. It was just too much.
Can’t. Take it. Much longer.
