Page 74 of Mated to Monsters
My cock bounces beside her head as I scour her insides, dragging my teeth against her clit in the same, fervent motion. Without any command, she takes hold of my cock and kisses the tip. My groan radiates through her lower half, and she shudders again before taking me into her mouth.
I snap off her sopping cunt and lever her onto my cock, forcing it down her tight throat. I can feel her rioting to breath, and I hold her there a brief moment before releasing her entirely, letting her hit the bed, still choking on the sudden intrusion.
She curls up into a little ball, gasping for air.
A dark chuckle escapes me as I wipe my wet mouth. “Was it too much?”
She doesn’t answer, her breathing slowing to something controlled. I lean in and kiss the nape of her neck, then down that beautiful curve of her back before finding the flesh of her ass and biting, searing her skin with the marks of my teeth.
She bucks but only slightly, hiding her face in an elbow.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her skin, rolling her over beneath me and capturing her jaw so she can’t look away. “Every breath you take is contingent upon my good will. Remember that, human, and maybe you’ll live to see the dawn.”
Her nod is quick, and her eyes are saucers.
“Good,” I say, testing the flesh of her ass. “Now, bend over.”
Quickly, she squares up to me on hands and knees, her body shivering as if the room has grown cold in my presence. My cock glides between her thighs, wetting itself against her pussy before I angle back, sweeping my tip against that second hole.
With two claws, I pull her ass cheeks apart to better view it, nudging the tip of my cock against her. It squeezes tight, and she utters a muffled cry.
That band fights me upon entry.
It’s even tighter than her pretty little cunt, and I struggle to breach for a moment before finally something gives, and my head pops in. We both let out a sound, hers a bleating cry, mine a satisfied groan that fills the room. Soon, she’s shaking at the weight of her fullness as I breach her ass, inch by glorious inch.
“Rej’thorek!” she screams, muffling her next cry with a fist.
I catch her shoulders and ease in deeper, finding her heat and pressure almost too much to bear. I’m blinded by pleasure, rolling my hips for better leverage on each thrust until I’ve met my end, forcing her body to form to me.
She’s bawling now, smothering her screams in a pillow.
And I find a heavy pace that suits me. My claws rake her back, leaving angry lines down her beautiful body as I claim every inch of her, buried to the hilt. I ram hard to her end, wishing I could remain at that point of ecstasy forever.
Two fingers, I force into her mouth, making her choke on them as I drag her against my chest. She sucks on them between feverish cries, her breath coming fast and hot. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, clamping down on her shoulder in primal bliss.
My other hand presses against her stomach, which swells with each thrust.
I want to plant my seed deep in her gut, so that she’s filled to the brim with me. No other demon could question that she belongs to me then. My scent is already on her ragged exhale, and soon, it will permeate every facet of her.
I drag her hips down hard as I come in her ass, spewing my seed on a rush.
I force her flush against me, our bodies joined in the transfer as she shudders and bucks with terrible release. My fingers, wet with her spit, drop down to her clit that leaps when I scour it, making her come hard.
Her orgasm forces my cock to jerk, the last of my seed dribbling out.
I remain there a moment longer as her orgasm rolls through her, gripping my cock in a vise. It makes me weak, and I tumble over her, kissing her forehead, laced with sweat. Mine, I think, taking in her heated face and distant smile.
She’s all mine.
47
LAURA
Our lovemaking lasts so long that I begin to think demons must have an immunity to fatigue. He’s insatiable. I wanted him so badly that I was eager to go, to meet him thrust for thrust and climax for climax.
But eventually, the pleasure has left me feeling raw. There’s such a thing as too much of even the best things, and this night has been a veritable parade of the best. My muscles are sore, and my back is stiff. I’ve been used and abused and enjoyed every minute of it.
When he finally stops and pulls me into his arms to rest, it’s a comfortable relief.