Page 20 of Captured By the Monsters
I hadn’t used the energy to solidify anything else, so I was bewildered by her reaction.
“What’s wrong?” I inquired, genuinely concerned.
To my surprise, she leaned up and reached out with her hand like she was going to caress my face. “I saw your face for a moment. It’s like you flashed into existence for the briefest of moments.”
Shame swirled within my chest. I knew we would not be what she was attracted to after living amongst humans her entire life and then being told we were savages to fear.
Pulling away from her, I hardened my heart, steeling myself for her rejection…but it didn’t come. Instead, she said, “Stop,” with such force behind that one word that I did exactly as she said.
Somehow she crowded into me until I was the one laying on my back and she was above me. Her beautiful blonde hair was darkened from the water and dripped down her body as she glared down at me. “Don’t you dare shrink away from me like I’m going to hurt you.”
As the words left her lips, I saw my own shock reflected in her face, like she had surprised herself with the depth of her meaning.
Clearing my throat, I explained, “I apologize, but I had assumed you wouldn’t like what you saw and that you wouldn’t want me near you. It is easy for you to imagine us however you wish, with the shadows obscuring much of us, but to see our face takes away that, confirming the monsters we are to your kind.”
Despite the uncertainty I found myself in right now, the one thing that wasn’t confused was my still rock-hard cock. It without a doubt still thought our mate was the most beautiful creature, and I ached to mark her with my own seed.
I wanted her so badly, I swear I felt tremors of pain in my heart at the thought of her possibly denying my true form. But I would respect her decision, despite my own desires. She would come first, always. Literally and physically.
A single blonde brow arched in mock challenge as she kept my gaze and lowered her head down to hover just above my cock. Her small hand came out to trace a single finger down from the tip of it, swirling my precum there and down the length of my shaft. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not flip her beneath me and sink myself into her heat.
“If I didn’t like what I saw or if I was scared”—she paused before grabbing as much of my cock as her hand could hold and pulling it up until the top was at her lips—“would I be doing this?”
Her mouth was like soft velvet as she opened her plush lips and took the top of me into her mouth and hummed in delight. Pulling off, she popped her lips off the top and she purred, “I take back my earlier words. You taste better than Rowen.”
Mischief flashed in her eyes as the man in question shouted his displeasure at her conclusion, but I grinned so damn hard my face hurt.
She hadn’t rebuffed me.
She hadn’t fled in terror.
“Don’t worry, precious, you’re saving the best for last,” Axton goaded. I flipped him off, not that he could see it. But it’s the thought that counts, right?
As her mouth descended on me once more, I couldn’t help but think that perhaps she was the answer to all of our problems. Not just ours as a Trifecta, but the answer to our entire world’s issues.
Time would tell, but something tugged on my soul, telling me she was even more special than we could have ever dreamed of.
