Page 49 of Their Pretty Little Monster

I cry out, shaking all over, and the battle of right and wrong about what I’m doing rushes over me.

The deeper he tongue-fucks me, the more he teases my clit, leaving me gasping for air. All those fears and doubts are forgotten. There’s only him and me.

I hold my breath, listening to the wet sounds he makes as he devours me, my own cries escalating. The pressure deep in my stomach is a storm, growing while I try hard to muffle my screams.

It’s impossible to hold on, and the moment his talons pry open my lips, giving himself more access, an explosive orgasm crashes through me. The scream I’ve been pushing down comes rushing out of me savagely. I convulse, my pussy quivering in Killian’s mouth.

There’s no stopping his hunger, and he licks me relentlessly while I close my eyes, fisting the tablecloth, riding the most beautiful climax. I’m flying through the heavens, never wanting this sensation to end. As if Killian can tell, he’s now moved that devious mouth to my clit, sucking on it.

I keep on bursting, sparks of electricity jolting through me, and when I finally collapse onto the table, breathless, I smile.

“That was insane,” I murmur to myself. When Killian rises to his feet from between my legs, my fear climbs through me once more at how easily I gave in to him. That I let him do that to me in Kiri’s bakery crashes over me with guilt.

He’s standing before me in his monstrous form, and his pants barely contain the real monster bulging to escape. I shiver at the sight of his size, at the tip already sticking out from the band of the pants, blue and coated in slick.

Reality slams into me hard, and genuine fright rattles me down to my bones.

Am I ready for this?

My hands tremble.

I scramble off the table, the tablecloth slipping away as I slide down. Snatching it, I wrap it around my waist as I pull away from Killian, my heart banging loudly in my ears.

“No, we can’t, not here,” I whisper, glancing nervously at the kitchen door, using that excuse as my way out. My head starts to clear, and all those feelings I forgot come back like an avalanche.

His eyes darken with amusement and something more primal.

“Such a human response.” He chuckles, a low, menacing sound. “In Blight, we embrace the union of two mates without shame.”

I’m still gasping for air, trying to steady my speeding pulse.

“Well, I’m half-human, right? And that half isn’t ready.”

“The only reason I concede is that I know this is our first time.” He stares at me darkly, that bulge in his pants not going down. “But after tonight”—he exhales, his voice a dangerous promise—“there’ll be no pauses.”

His words annoy me, and I want him to know that he’s not in control of me. When he takes another step closer, I turn and bolt. Not my best move, but I know exactly where this will end, and as much as my body craves him, craves that huge beast pushing to escape his pants, I’m scared.

In the kitchen, I spot Kiri kneading dough, her head jolting up to me with surprise, no doubt at my abrupt entrance.

My face burns with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for…” I blurt out, then sprint out of the kitchen, rushing to the elevator.

Inside, I gasp, “Howler, take me to my room, now, fast.”

“As you wish, Sage,” Howler’s calm voice replies.

As the doors shut, I swear I spot a blur of shadow dart out of the bakery kitchen door. The elevator zips me up, and I rub my arms, heart hammering in my chest, shaking uncontrollably. I teeter on the spot, unable to stand still from the nerves dancing under my skin.

The doors open, and I lunge out onto my floor just as I notice movement coming up from the circular stairs in the opposite hallway.

Killian!

Pivoting, I run for my life to my room, away from him, adrenaline chasing me.

“Sage, this isn’t going to end how you think it will just because you run to your room,” he calls out in that dark, almost crazy voice.

Just like in the woods during the ritual, I charge ahead, my feet hitting the floor hard. At my room, I shove the door open and lunge inside, swinging around to shut it, but a massive blur of blue comes right on my heels. I recoil, having no chance to shut it. A small cry escapes my lips as the backs of my heels hit the bed, eyes huge.

Killian stands in the doorway, flicking on the lights, not breathing as heavily as me but lingering there casually.

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