Page 155 of Mated to Monsters
“I’ll buy you more,” I promise as my lips find hers once again, kissing her deeply before dragging my lips down her neck, teasing her with my teeth and tongue. Natalie arcs into my touch as I slide my hands up her now exposed torso, relishing the silky smoothness of her skin as my hands move up, up, up to cup both of her breasts.
I lower my head further, my mouth and tongue moving lower in lazy strokes. I continue my string of kisses all the way down her neck, over her collarbones, and down the generous swell of her breast. I tease the pebbled peak of Natalie’s breast with my finger before my mouth joins my hand, my tongue flicking against her nipple, wrenching a gasp from her throat.
My cock twitches at the sound, straining against my now too tight pants. I press into Natalie, my mouth crashing against hers as I tease and wander across her bare skin. She’s so warm, so soft – even with my hands touching and caressing and gripping every inch of her bare skin, there isn’t enough of her.
I’ll always want more.
Natalie’s fingers untangle from my hair, trailing down my chest to grip my waistband, yanking at it in wordless demand. I comply, fumbling with the belt buckle in my haste to get my pants off.
I break our kiss as I strip off my pants, Natalie’s hand wrapping around my length with such speed and possessiveness that a snarl echoes in my throat. I stay where I am, kneeling before her while she’s splayed out on the blanket, the tall hedges filled with lolanean blossoms surrounding us.
Natalie’s gaze wanders across my chest and stomach, trailing down to watch as she drags her hand up my cock. I stifle a moan as she pumps me, letting her look her fill. Every stroke, every caress threatens to undo me entirely.
I have no idea how I survived so long without her.
I grip her wrist, stilling those long strokes. Natalie’s eyes find mine, confusion pulling her brows together as she looks up at me. I lean down, gripping her chin gently with my free hand, holding her gaze.
“You’re mine,” I whisper to her, kissing her as I release her wrist and chin. “Mine.”
Natalie moans her approval, pulling me down into a deep, open kiss, our tongues and teeth warring for dominance. I settle into the cradle between her legs, her ankles locked behind my back, guiding me toward her.
I drag myself through her wet warmth, groaning at how slick she is for me already. Natalie gasps at the contact, arching up to meet my hips with her own. I nudge at her entrance, stopping just short as I break our kiss to look at her in the eyes.
“Say it,” I murmur as I hold her gaze.
Understanding dawns on Natalie’s face as she stares up at me, her gaze dropping to my lips as she whispers, “I’m yours, Kha’zeth.”
I push in at her words, holding myself still inside her to let her acclimate to my size. The feel of her squeezing around me, the way her hair is spread over the thin white blanket and red earth, her eyes bright and hazed with desire, her cheeks flushed crimson, has my release already coiling tightly around the base of my spine.
“Again,” I demand through gritted teeth, my restraint threatening to snap.
“I’m yours,” she breathes. I pull almost entirely out of her before thrusting back in slowly, allowing myself another inch further. “I’m yours!” Natalie gasps. I repeat the motion, pulling almost entirely out of her before pushing in deeper, faster.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” she moans beneath me, lifting her hips to greet every pounding, claiming stroke. Her voice echoes in my ear as I thrust into her, my body burning and tightening in anticipation of my release.
Natalie reaches up to grab my horns, forcing me to lower my lips to hers in a sizzling kiss as I move inside her. She clenches around me, her body bowing up off the ground as she climaxes. I don’t relent in my strokes, pounding into her harder and faster than before, wanting to topple over that edge with her.
It takes me no time at all before that knot coiling deep inside me snaps, and I spill into Natalie with a roar, both of our bodies slicked in sweat. Stars dance in my vision as I try to recover from my release. My breathing is shaky as I pull out of Natalie, collapsing beside her.
She giggles, clearly amused with the effect she has on me, before pressing soft kisses over my face. I smile lazily, tugging her closer to me with a sigh.
“Is that the kind of treatment I can expect every time I say ‘I’m yours’?” Natalie teases as she drags a lazy finger across my bicep. I huff a laugh at her question, kissing the crown of her head in response.
“Because if it is,” Natalie continues, pulling back to look me in the eyes, “I’m all yours.”
My blood heats at the challenge in her face, the smirk painted on her full lips. I growl, already feeling myself stiffening at the invitation. I’m about to mount Natalie all over again when a resounding crash from near the house echoes through the gardens, both of our heads whipping toward the source of the disturbance.
“KHA’ZETH! NATALIE!” Elincia’s piercing shriek cuts through the calm quiet and effectively douses the fire growing between Natalie and I. Panic grips me at the idea that something’s amiss before Valindra’s voice follows.
“Oh my GODS, don’t be such a baby!”
“I. Am. Not. A. BABY!” Elincia screams back at her sister. I stifle a groan, bringing a hand up to rub away the headache I can already feel building. Natalie giggles behind her hand, sitting up and shifting so that the bushes cover most of her nude body.
I pull on my pants in case one of the girls spots our hiding spot, throwing my tunic to Natalie, who pulls it on. Elincia stomps past our hiding place without so much as a glance, Valindra hot on her heels.
“Valindra is being mean to me again!” Elincia yells into the quiet, clearly hoping for a referee to appear out of thin air.
I can practically hear Valindra roll her eyes as she retorts. “Nuh uh! I was just telling the truth!”