Page 75 of Mated to the Monster Under my Bed
And then she’d called me to her.
I could still feel the echo of her voice in the dark—her magic, her grief, her need. It had pulled me like gravity—like a magnet tugs at an iron filing.
And now she was laid out on the bed before me, beautiful in her trembling strength, her eyes half-lidded and full of desire and her pussy filled with my magical slick—ready to take me fully. I could still taste her pleasure on my tongue.
And she was mine—all mine.
My little witch had said yes—said she wanted me forever.
I growled low in my throat, unable to contain the sound. She shivered, and her scent spiked again—ripe, open, ready to be knotted.
Gods, I needed to be inside her, but I wanted to take things slowly.
My shaft throbbed, aching, the thick base of my knot already swelling in anticipation. But she was so small, so delicate… and I was not. The thought of hurting her, of pushing too hard or too fast, made my stomach twist.
Easy, I told myself, my hand trailing gently down her side. Be slow. Worship her. Open her.
She deserved nothing less.
I rested one knee on the bed and pushed a pillow under her bottom. Then I cupped her hips and pulled her close, nestling the head of my cock between her soaked folds. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as I pressed forward—just a little—just enough to feel the heat of her against me.
“Shadow…” she whispered, clinging to my arms. “You’re… gods, you’re so big…”
I dipped my head to kiss her.
“I’ll go slow,” I murmured. “I’ll take care of you, little witch. I swear it.”
She nodded, breath hitching as I eased forward again, the thick tip of my cock slipping inside with a wet, sucking sound that made my fangs grind together. She was tight—gods, she was tight—and still so slick from my tail’s essence. My magic was working—softening her…relaxing her…helping her open. But it still took everything I had not to thrust.
Don’t hurt her. Don’t rush her. Let her body learn you. Let her take you, I told myself.
I licked my thumb and brought it to her clit, circling it slowly as I inched deeper. Her moan was high and helpless, her hips rocking toward me as she took me deeper. I could feel her entrance fluttering, spasming around me as she adjusted, her inner muscles stretching to accommodate my thick girth.
“That’s it—good girl,” I growled, voice thick with restraint. “You’re taking me so well. Gods, Danni—so fucking well.”
She whimpered, her nails digging into my arms.
“You feel so good,” she gasped. “I’m so full—I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
“You’re going to feel even fuller before we’re done,” I told her.
I kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing her cries as I pushed the rest of the way in. Her heat wrapped around me like a velvet glove, gripping every inch of me as I nearly bottomed out—stopping right at the swollen flare of my knot.
I paused there, trembling with the effort not to rut. My whole body was shaking. I needed to thrust, to bind her, to sink my knot into her and never let go.
But I held still. For her.
“Shadow,” she breathed. “Please… don’t stop. I want it. I want all of you.”
I looked down at her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust—and something inside me snapped.
“All right, little witch,” I growled, my voice raw. “Then take it. Take everything.”
And I then I thrust home completely.
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