Page 50 of The Monster's Daughter
“Then take me,” I say. “Show me I’m still yours.”
He lifts me, claws supporting my thighs as he carries me toward the bedroom. The lights flicker as we pass, his breath ragged against my neck.
Inside, he throws me onto the bed—not hard, but fast. He’s trembling. I strip quickly, tossing my shirt aside as he shucks his gear. His massive black body gleams in the dim light, silver patterns glowing faintly like bioluminescent ink. His cock is already hard, thick and veined, gleaming with need.
I crawl back, legs spread. “Come here, you beautiful monster.”
He snarls. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Good,” I pant. “Burn me.”
He climbs over me, mouth latching onto my breast as his claws trail down my belly. I arch, moaning, as his tongue circles my nipple, sharp teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
His hand slips between my legs. One thick finger plunges into my pussy and I cry out. “Fuck, Kage?—”
“You’re soaked,” he growls. “You need this.”
“I need you,” I breathe. “I always did.”
He lines his cock up, dragging the thick head through my folds, soaking it in my arousal. Then he pushes in, slow, deliberate. I stretch around him, breath catching as inch after inch slides inside me.
“Oh my god—” I whimper.
“You’re mine,” he snarls. “Say it.”
“I’m yours. Fuck, Kage—I’m yours.”
He drives deeper. I wrap my legs around him, nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to thrust. Each stroke rocks thebed, the headboard knocking into the wall. My pussy clenches, desperate for more.
“You kept our child,” he groans. “You raised her alone.”
“I did it for her,” I pant. “But I needed you. I need you still.”
He kisses me again, brutal and consuming. “Then take all of me.”
He slams into me harder, and I scream. Not in pain. In release. In reunion. Every thrust brings us closer, his massive cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.
I come with a cry, my entire body shuddering. My walls pulse around him, milking him. He growls, a deep, guttural sound, and then he’s spilling inside me, thrusting through it, giving me everything.
We collapse together. I sob into his chest. He cradles me, claws splayed protectively.
“You’re mine,” he whispers again.
Later, when he goes to bed, I sit alone in the kitchen. Lights low. The holo flickering in my palm.
The lie is heavier now. Not abstract. Not quiet. It’s alive. Breathing. Watching me.
CHAPTER 30
KAGE
The rain starts as a whisper against the roof, then turns into a steady hammering that shakes the thin metal panels of Bella’s ceiling.
At first, I think it’s normal storm noise—until the drip hits my snout. Cold. Persistent.
Bella groans from the couch. “Don’t tell me the roof’s giving up now.”
Another drip, this time straight onto the holo projector. Sparks hiss.
