Page 19 of Monster's Naughty List
The answer came to me with ease: because I'd allowed him to have this much power. He only took what I allowed him to have, and damn if that didn’t make me feel in control in a different way. It made me feel emboldened and strong.
This power struggle between us worked because I trusted him to have control, and he didn’t abuse it. He pushed my limits, but only when it was clear it was something I wanted. If I hadn't wanted any bit of this, I knew without a doubt he would have backed off, with no judgment or guilt trip.
He lived to give me what I wanted.
I needed someone to trust with my body and desires, complete with the knowledge that they wouldn’t judge me or confine me to their idea of what was pleasurable or acceptable. I wanted the freedom to explore—and the safe space in which to do it.
That was the clarity I apparently needed because his eyes stopped swirling and a beautiful, genuine smile lit up his face. “My role here with you is done. You’ve answered the facet of your question that I came to help with.”
Happiness wasn’t what I felt at his declaration. Instead, my pout became genuine as I inquired, “Does that mean no more orgasms?”
His head tilted back as he belted out a laugh that had me smiling. I loved hearing that sound.
As his laughter died down, he reached for me and lifted me, guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. “I didn’t say that.”
Thank fuck.
His grip around me was firm, and I loved this intimate position. A hand tangled in the back of my hair as he guided my face closer to his and teased my lips with a kiss so gentle that my heart sped up for a new reason.
Moving his lips to my neck, he trailed them down the expanse of my neck as my head tilted back and to the side, giving him full access.
Whispering against my skin, he assured me, “I plan to make you come for me at least three more times before I let you leave this room, baby girl. You can’t escape me that easily.”
This was Oz in complete control, and my mind was clear of his power. It was just him and me, not fueled by his need to fulfill a duty and without his powers influencing me. We could blame nothing besides our need for each other now.
The show of tender affection was such a contradiction to what I had just experienced with him, and it took my breath away. How was he capable of providing what I wanted physically, easily taking on that role, and then somehow making me feel like the most treasured and beautiful woman in the next moment?
He was my safety, and maybe my ruin.
Chapter Ten
DELGALATH
Without a doubt, I would happily put my fist through Ozaman’s face after hearing Tinsley's cries of pleasure from the other room for so long. If the glowering expression on Rezzath’s face was any indicator, he’d be more than happy to do the same.
What a fucked up situation we’d found ourselves in.
I wanted to be the one pulling those moans from her beautiful lips as her large hazel eyes became glazed over with desire. I wanted to hear the different gasps and moans as I learned her, absorbing every ounce of pleasure that I provided. Me—not either of my brothers.
My tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip as I thought of her full tits on display earlier. They were lightly tanned, and a perfect handful. Her eyes had called to Rez and I, like she enjoyed us watching. I craved to lavish them with bites to her soft skin, marking her as mine.
But she wasn’t mine.
That thought had my own inner rage bubbling up, threatening to make me explode. I hadn’t realized my nails had lengthened and were digging into the couch, ripping it open, until Rez cleared his throat and gave me a pointed look.
Damnit. Get it the fuck together, Del.
Forcing myself to relax, and take deep, steadying breaths, I focused on the wall in front of me. We’d turned the TV on, flipping to a random action movie to try to drown out the sounds, but they were impossible to ignore. Thankfully, after all our time on Earth, we were adept with human technology. I couldn’t imagine having to sit here listening to the Christmas music she’d had playing, on top of her moans.
I fucking hated Christmas music. It made me want to crush up a glass ornament and stab my own ears with the shards.
Come to think of it, though, there weren’t many things that did make me happy in life.
Besides her.
Maybe that was why I found myself irrationally angry at my brothers for the first time. We had lived together for centuries, and yet this was the only time I’d felt like we were at war against each other.
I didn’t like it, but it was hard as hell for me to tamp down this rage, which was a major red flag, seeing as it was the emotion I was the most in tune with. I had always been able to swiftly handle anger, squashing it before it became a true issue. If I couldn’t do that, how was I supposed to incite the emotion in my charges and then help them work through it? I would just drown in it right alongside them.
