Page 223 of Mated to Monsters
“Stay right there,” he orders, ducking out of sight. I stay in the bed, waiting for him to return, but after a few long moments, temptation begins to get the better of me. What could he possibly be doing?
If he brings someone in here while I’m naked…
The thought has me reaching for my nightgown again, my hands grazing the soft fabric just as Giroth reappears, a tray in hand. I snatch my hand back quickly, but of course, there’s no disguising my guilt. Giroth smirks at my hasty retreat, shutting the door to our bedroom.
“I thought I told you that you wouldn’t be needing that.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were going to be coming back alone,” I argue, trying to defend myself, but my excuse sounds lame even to my own ears. We both know he’d never let anyone else see me in such a vulnerable position. Giroth’s eyes graze over my exposed shoulders, lingering on where I’ve tugged the blankets up to cover my breasts.
“If you think anyone other than me is allowed to enjoy you like this, you’re mistaken,” he says lowly, his eyes darkening as they meet mine again. Molten heat builds between my legs at the intensity of his stare, my blush returning tenfold.
“Were you hoping for an audience, my little human?”
“No!” I deny immediately, horror rolling through me at the thought even as my core tightens. I can’t imagine being so exposed in front of anyone other than Giroth, but with the way he’s looking at me, the idea doesn’t seem so repulsive all of a sudden.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Giroth’s smirk deepens. He prowls toward me, the tray he’d had in his hands forgotten on the far table.
“Are you sure? You’re not the least bit enticed by the idea of others watching as I claim you?”
I shake my head furiously as Giroth climbs onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he leans down on top of me. His arms cage me against the bed, the muscles bunching beneath his bare skin.
“Gazes on you like a physical touch, your legs splayed open, my name on your lips so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to,” He continues, murmuring the words as he leans forward to trace the curve of my neck with the tip of his nose.
My heart is hammering wildly in my chest, my eyes fluttering shut. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Giroth has always had a filthy mouth in the bedroom, and if I wasn’t little more than a puddle beneath him, I might actually be embarrassed by the things he says.
“No,” I manage to gasp out as his lips skate across my collarbone.
“Good,” Giroth growls back against my skin, nipping me before lapping the hurt away with his tongue. “You’re mine.”
The words are hardly out of his mouth before his lips are crashing onto mine, claiming me with every bit of fervor and confidence that his words held. I open beneath him, my hands winding around his neck to tug him closer. Giroth takes advantage, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he pulls the blankets away from me.
My skin pebbles beneath the sudden chill, and I let out a small gasp. Giroth pulls away from me, leaning back on his knees to look down at my naked form beneath him. His eyes rove over me slowly, intentionally, intense enough that another blush begins crawling up my neck.
“All mine,” he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine once more. He leans down slowly, pressing a chaste kiss against my lips before working his lips down my jaw and my neck. With every sweep of his lips, the hollow need between my legs grows more insistent.
“Giroth,” I plead, my hips arching up involuntarily as his lips wrap around my nipple. Giroth grips my hips in lieu of an answer, pressing them firmly back into the bed as he laps slowly at my breast before moving to my other.
My hands fist into the sheets, my eyes squeezing close as the sensations bombard me. Gods, you’d think I’d be used to this by now, but every time is like the first time, no matter how often Giroth and I shut ourselves up in this room.
Another gasp slips from between my lips as Giroth swipes a finger through my center. My hips twitch again, my hands finding his horns rather than the bedsheets.
“Giroth,” I say again, all but begging. “Please.”
“Say my name again,” he commands, his white eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“Giroth,” I breathe, watching as his free hand works to push his breeches down, his impressive length springing free.
“Again.”
“Giroth,” I moan as his hand returns, one of his fingers slipping inside of me and working against the spot he knows drives me wild.
“Again, Cora.” The sound of my name on his lips is nearly enough to do me in, but I obey, even if it takes my last remaining brain cells.
“Giroth!” I cry out as he pushes inside of me, the feeling of him so much bigger than that solitary finger. My grip around his horns tightens as Giroth sets a punishing pace, my eyes rolling back as he pounds into me.
Wordless cries slip from my lips as the knot that’s been coiling inside of me pulls tighter. Giroth laps them from my lips, his mouth claiming mine in another searing, frenzied kiss. My legs lock around his hips, tremors overtaking me.
“Oh gods, oh gods,” I moan, stars beginning to dance in the edges of my vision.