Page 20 of A Very Monstrous Desire

Chapter

Eleven

Theo was being stroked.

Fingers were moving along his stomach, gently and slowly caressing him. The fingers were hard, callused even, but Theo didn’t care. He stretched himself out, sighing as he did so, happily accepting the touch, which frankly had been painfully absent in his life in recent years. The fingers moved downwards to the waistband of his army fatigues.

He sighed again.

They slipped underneath the belt. Theo arched his back slightly. The fingers dipped lower. The touch was gentle and careful, slowly exploring every available inch of Theo’s skin. He let it happen, anticipation filling him at the prospect of where those fingers would go next.

He was in that space between waking and sleeping where the dreams that had come before were forgotten now but fragments remained and he was trying to hold on to them, to keep them where they were.

He shifted slightly from his position and in his dream those fingers moved lower still. Who did they belong to? Theo had known that just a few moments ago, but he wasn’t sure anymore.

He frowned ever so slightly as he tried to find the name, but it eluded him. He chased it and chased it, but it remained just out of sight. Perhaps he should open his eyes? He would know then, wouldn’t he? And he could reach out and touch the monster as well, caress him in the exact same way.

The monster…

Theo’s eyes shot open on a gasp. “What are you doing!”

The monster, who was propped up on one overly muscular arm looking down at Theo, and topless still, answered in that same vaguely French accent. “I am touching you.”

And indeed he was!

His fingers continued to stroke just above where Theo’s hard cock was straining for some touch of its own. Dear god…had he had an erection all night? Or was this one brand new in response to the monster’s touch. And why was the monster even touching him?

“Why are you doing that?” Theo whispered because honestly, he did not know what else to say! He half hoped he was still dreaming but knew that wasn’t the case. This close up he could see all the details in the monster’s face that he hadn’t seen the night before. His silver eyelashes, the tiny emerald, green freckles that ran across his purple skin, and…were those points jutting out from his ears?

“It is a sign of appreciation between my people,” the monster said with another of those rumbling growls.

“Appreciation?

His fingers stroked a tiny bit lower. There was the barest of touches between those fingers and Theo’s cock now and with each stroke, because the monster showed no signs of stopping, Theo realised that he was experiencing that odd familiar feeling again and whatever it was, it was wrapped up in that same shaky excitement.

“I am appreciating that you have agreed to aid me in my mission.”

Theo swallowed unsteadily and not least because he had agreed no such thing.

How could this be happening?

Why was it happening?

What was he supposed to do about it?

“Okay,” he said, and he barely got the word out. “But in my world, that sort of touch means something else.”

The monster tilted his head, a clear curiosity in his expression. “It does not mean that we are going to fuck?”

Theo sucked in a shocked breath, not quite believing he had heard what he had thought he had heard. “I?—”

The monster’s fingers brushed over the very tip of Theo’s cock. “That is my intention?—”

Dear god…

“Okay, right, stop, stop right there,” Theo said, his voice rising even as his hips bucked automatically in response to that touch. It had been so damn long. “You…” He shook his head. “You…where did you learn that word?”

“It means to have sex,” the monster said softly, almost earnestly, and he moved forwards as if to stroke the tip of Theo’s cock again.

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