Page 41 of Monsters Within (The Creatures We Crave 1)
I wasn’t sure what he did next, but if I had to guess, it was some alternating sucking and swirling motion with his tongue. It had me crying out and curling my fingers into his wet hair. “Kylo!”
Dropping a hand from my leg, he pulled me forward, tilting my hips further before sinking a finger inside of me and curling it up. The two sensations joining was better than I could have ever imagined, and I felt myself approaching an orgasm faster than I ever had before.
Suddenly, it was like any pain in my body was curling up into a tight ball at my core as my release built in tandem.
“Yes,” I moaned, urging him on. “It’s working.”
I swear he growled against my pussy then, the vibrations sending me to my peak as he sucked hard and pressed up further with his finger. Pulling back enough to speak, he growled against my pussy, “Come for me, right now.”
Something about the demanding tone made me want to growl at him and hold out just to deny him for fun, but there was no stopping the sweet sensations hurtling my way.
“Yes, Kylo, yes,” I cried out as my orgasm crashed through me fully, while simultaneously it felt like a weight was lifted from my chest, and the pain turned from this unmanageable inferno to a dull thrum.
As I came back to reality, I let go of his hair and opened my eyes, gasping as I saw his eyes pure white and glowing like they were when he fed off of his set emotions from people.
How was that possible? Was my soul full of envy or greed? I didn’t think so.
“Your eyes,” I murmured. “Did you feed on me?”
“I did,” he answered while tilting his head to the side. “But I think I figured out what was hurting you, and it makes sense with the features you’ve displayed. It’s best to talk with all of us present though, so we don’t need to repeat it multiple times.”
Features?
Before I could question further, he picked me up and carried me out of the shower. Gingerly placing me down on the plush, black bath mat, he kept a hand on my shoulder, seemingly not trusting me to stand on my own. Not that I could really blame him, with me passing out and collapsing when I tried to get out of bed earlier.
Yanking a bath towel off the rack on the wall, he wrapped me in its warmth. “Do you think you can stand on your own? I’ll dry you off.”
Feeling like a burden, I protested, “Yes, I’m feeling better now. You don’t need to do that.”
But he ignored me, taking my answer that I was well enough to stand as the go-ahead he needed. Gripping the edges of the towel, he took his time rubbing my skin, starting at my arms and moving over my chest before dragging it down my back in a shimmying manner.
I’d never had someone care for me in such an intimate, tender way. I truly didn’t know what to say, so I enjoyed the silence and allowed the monster I loved to treat me like a queen.
He moved the towel over my stomach before dropping to his knees and delicately took one leg at a time, drying me all the way down to my toes. His gaze heated as he looked at my pussy, and I was shocked at the hunger that immediately flared in my body.
Shaking his head, he stood back to his towering height, and I pouted as he commanded, “Raise your arms.”
Doing as he asked, I murmured, “Thank you for, uh…for that. I truly didn’t know how much longer I could withstand the pain.”
As he snugly wrapped the towel around my body and tucked the top fold in, he dropped his hands to my waist and squeezed. A smirk tugged his lips, making one dimple deepen. “Darling, I’ll eat your pussy any time, anywhere. You don’t need to be in pain for me to do that. I’ll gladly make you come all over my face, over and over again, because your pleasure satisfies me in a way I can’t describe.”
Oh… Oh, damn.
“Wow,” I answered, swallowing the spit gathering in my mouth as scenes played out in my head. “I will take you up on that, with one stipulation.”
Tugging me into him, he arched a brow. “What’s that?”
Fuck, I knew there was no need to be shy, but it was a really awkward thing to admit and ask for. Shifting uncomfortably, I licked my lips before deciding to just spit it out. I awkwardly whisper-yelled, “I want to learn how to touch you three in a way you like.”
I didn’t have any clue what to do when it came to touching them, and I wanted them to enjoy it. I didn’t want to avoid it just because I was nervous that I’d be bad at it.
His eyes popped as wide as they physically could, shock evident. Thankfully that didn’t last long, and he dropped his lips to my ear. “Darling, are you telling me one of our cocks will be the first to pass through those beautiful lips?”
I hummed my response, not trusting myself to speak. My legs shifted together of their own accord as my clit throbbed with need once more.
His fingers tightened on my hips in a delicious sting of pain as he growled. “Has anyone ever touched you before?”
“No,” I breathed out in admission, heart hammering in my chest as I did.
“Such a good girl, saving yourself for us,” he praised.
Never in my life had I thought I would love being called a good girl. I’d always thought it condescending, but fuck, the way he purred the words completely changed my mind.
