Page 44 of My Monster, My Choice

Elex and I flee to the kitchen where we could keep an eye on them, but the air feels like it’s brimming with sexual tension between us. He sits across the small table from me, casually sipping tea and caressing my leg with a tentacle. We’re not flirting, not teasing. We’re just biding our time because we both know it’s going to happen.

All three kids are asleep within twenty minutes, and it’s lights out.

We tiptoe in, turn on the night light to the bathroom, and turn off the vid that dances across the ceiling.

He pulls me up against him, friction between us as he slides me down his body. Elex searches my face as if he wants to see if I’m ready for this. Satisfied with the results, he takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom, closing the door with a soft snick.

He dims the light and looks expectantly at me. “I haven’t seen you in a long time, my love. I’ve missed you.”

“No strings,” I remind him with a shaky voice, so he won’t use such beautiful words likemy love.

His smile curls so sexily when he pulls me toward him.

“No strings,” he agrees and I kind of feel like he’s appeasing me.

Sex with Carlton, my only other lover, was sneaky. New. Exciting. Forbidden. The urge died with him.

Now sex with Elex—all those feelings are brought to the surface again. From the moment I met him, I felt a zing of arousal. A zing that never really went away, even after the first time we made love, and I swore it would never happen again.

“Let go, my love,” he murmurs. “No strings attached. Just you and me tonight.”

He’s right. I can have this moment. Tonight, Elex is all mine.

“All right…my mate,” I say softly, because it’s just for tonight. Tonight, I can let go and tomorrow go back to the way things should be. Apparently I didn’t learn my lesson in the last horrendous six months.

The expression that roves over his face is one I’ll never forget.

“Christina,” he says thickly, desperation tingeing his voice. The deep rasp sends heat shooting down my core. “Let me undress you.”

I nod. His fingers reach for the hem of my tank top, and I lift my arms straight up so he can bring it over my head. Then he reaches for the clasp between my breasts.

I’m glad—and sad—that I gave up wearing corsets years ago. They were a horribly uncomfortable undergarment, yet sexy at the same time. I might have to grab a couple for special occasions. My breathing quickens when I imagine the look on his face when he sees how the corset will deepen my cleavage.

When the clasp pops free, he takes a moment to stare at my breasts. I feel like a goddess when he reverently reaches out, skimming his touch up the undersides and over to the shoulder straps to drag them over my arms. The sharp claws on his hands scratch gently along my flesh, marking me as his.

“Give me a moment to retract my claws,” he says.

“No,” I breathe.

He looks into my eyes and gets it; I want him to be himself. He doesn’t always have to behave as if I’m a porcelain doll about to break.

He drops down, his tentacles spreading out magnificently, and lines up with my waist. He tugs my skirt down my hips and I lift a foot at a time to step out. He tosses the discarded skirt onto a chair behind me.

His face is lined up with my pussy. He steams his breath into the fabric of my panties and wet warmth spreads over my mound. My sigh escapes me and ends on a throaty moan. His claws slice through the fabric like it’s tissue paper and the pieces fall into his waiting hand.

“These are now mine,” he growls, balling them into his fist. He brings them up to his nostrils, breathes deeply, and stuffs them into the pocket of his shirt.

He lifts my leg and sets it on top of one of his bent tentacles, propping me up and open. Very gently, he spreads my lips. It feels naughty and filthy to be spread open for him.

“I love looking at you. The colors. The delicate whorls of flesh. Your scent is divine. And the slickness of your essence.” A tentacle darts out and runs up my slit and the touch nearly buckles my knees.

The same tentacle comes to his mouth, and he sucks the tip clean.

“Elex,” I whisper.

“Say my name when you’re coming on my tongue,” he says and clamps his face to my sex.

Hot, wanton need floods me from the heat of his mouth. God, it’s been so long since I was with him like this. An entire year. I’ve missed him so much. His tentacles wrap around my thighs, strap around my ass like a cage, pulling me relentlessly toward him as he plunders my pussy with his tongue. He’s bringing me to a quick, thunderous release, his lips kissing me, his tongue teasing me, his fingers pushing inside me. When I’m on the verge of exploding, my need dripping down his fingers, my swollen sheath clenching him so tight, he pulls back.

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