Page 26 of My Monster, My Choice

God, my life is so perfect. I think of all those early years, working myself to the bone, just to have Tera gush about how good the meal was, Loretta and Sheila gripe about eating trailer park food, Lyle grunt in response yet clean his plate, and then, exhausted, clean up afterward while everyone else retired to the sitting room.

The highlight of my day being the tiny girl sitting up on the counter while I washed dishes. And when Sheila barked at her to go to bed?

I’d call it a night, relieved that it was Sheila who was favored for Lyle’s bed, with Loretta fighting for her share of equal nights, and head to mine to collapse.

Only to find a wee, grinning little urchin warming my sheets. Oh, those nights of cuddling that sweet little body against me, listening to the baby-sweet snores. That made the marriage all the worth it. That made the abrupt turn my life made worth it.

“May I walk you home, beautiful?” Elex asks as the last chair is put away.

Anya and Jaire retired a half hour earlier, his tentacles roving shamelessly all over her. Mostly, the ones who are left are the Adroki males setting things back in place. The dishes have long been loaded into the household dishwasher, which was replaced to have a much higher capacity.

“Only if I can walk you home also.”

Something primal flares in his eyes as I deliberately call it his home too.

There’s a warm breeze in the air as we head back through the fields. The first project given to the kids in school was to paint large rocks with glow-paint and to line the path so it’s easy to make your way. Even at that, I don’t think it’s hard for the Adroki to see in the dark. We’re walking leisurely, hand in hand, tension brimming between us.

I’m going to have hot sex with this man.

As soon as we enter the house, the air feels like it’s crackling with need. It’s suddenly quiet between us, like there’s no need for words.

The snap of the deadbolt sounds hard as it clicks into place.

Elex’s nostrils flare. “Get undressed, sweet.”

My belly swoops.

ChapterNine

CHRISTINA

Iturn to head up the stairs and I swear I can feel him prowling right behind me, sense his eyes on my hips as they sway. A tight coil of desire pools in my belly, heavy with wanton lust.

Everything inside me flares to life.

I enter the bedroom, Elex right on my heels, brushing my hair forward over one shoulder. He scrapes his teeth along the tendon of my neck, warm breath heating my skin and making goosebumps run along my flesh.

“Not naked yet? Push me, Christina, and I’ll lose control. I’ll rip the fabric off your body.”

I huff a laugh because he sounds so tortured. Suddenly I’m aware that in this darkened room, with the curtains not blocking all the moonlight, the mirror to my dresser is across from us. It’s a new thing, these mirrors. Another wonderful insight Elex had added to my house.

My nipples are pebbled, poking through the thin fabric of my dress. I run my palm along the front of my breasts and near my ear, the man growls.

God, he’s so primal and everything about him—his growls, the sound of his grunt when he comes, the way his pupils dilate when he looks at me, the feel of his bulging muscles stretched over me as he thrusts into me again and again—he makes me embarrassingly, soaking wet. Even now, I feel the slick covering the lips of my pussy and running down my thighs.

“Do it again,” he grates.

I touch my breasts again, the flat of my hand roving over my breasts.

“Now show me skin.”

My hands tremble as they come up to the buttons along my sundress, slowing loosening the first, then the second, and the third. By the time I get to the fifth, there’s a gap of skin showing down the front of my chest, almost down to my navel. A soft, flat belly, one that’s never been stretched, but I don’t think Elex minds as his tongue swipes along the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Like he can’t help himself, he tugs one side of my dress open so my breast pops free, and then groans like he’s never seen the sight.

This time when I touch myself, I pull my nipple, elongating it, tugging it between my thumb and index.

“Fuck, Christina.”

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