Page 20 of The Monster's Mate

The last thing I remember…

I don’t know.

Everything is hazy and muted.

The more I focus, the more distant the memories become.

I must have fallen asleep after work, and our partially formed bond reunited us.

In that case, I intend to do everything possible to deepen our connection.

Eldritch grunts into the kiss as I squeeze his shaft, desperate to will away the material separating us. His long fingers tease up the edge of my dress, and I nod wildly, trying to sit up. I fail, falling back against the mattress.

“Help me up, so we can get that off,” I manage to say between tantalizing kisses.

He pulls back until he’s kneeling, and his Adam’s apple visibly jumps as his wings fall in on themselves, eventually disappearing into his back.

“My beast is fully confident that we can tackle this, but I must admit…” Eldritch’s cheeks turn pink before my eyes. “I have no prior experience.”

It takes several seconds for my brain to compute the meaning of his words, and when they finally click, my entire body pulses with desire. Releasing his shaft, I push up with my feet and tug my dress up above my butt. Once I sit up, I pull the material over my head, tossing it aside.

My hand stretches back to unclip my bra, but my eyes stay on Eldritch. He swallows thickly as his eyes dart from meeting my gaze down to my chest.

It’s surprisingly cute.

“Just to clarify, you have no experience with a human? Or a female?” I ask, feeling especially dense.

“No, my love. With anyone of any gender or species. The fae do not look kindly upon halflings, as I’m sure you know. Dragonkind views wyvern as little more than…” His head shakes as his gaze falls to the bed.

“Most dragons are dicks.” My hand lands on his stomach, brushing down the multitude of lithe muscles. “They have no idea what they’ve missed out on, but I have to admit, the thought of you being all mine really does something for me.”

Eldritch’s curls bounce as his head flies up and his eyes meet mine. “Truly?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Then, I’m happy to be able to tell you, I have no bloody idea what I’m doing.” His mischievous smile makes my insides all melty. “But I’m a quick study.”

God.

He’s so sweet, it makes my heart hurt. He has no idea he suffered something terrible and is, at least for now, permanently trapped in his beast form.

I twist, giving his chest a little shove.

Operation “bring Eldritch back to me” is about to commence.

Chapter Nine

Eldritch

My back hits the mattress as I study my beautiful mate. Charity’s light brown hair falls around her shoulders, while her big blue eyes take in every inch of my skin that’s on display.

I grab for her hips and pull her over onto my pelvis. My eyes won’t stop migrating to her chest. She has lovely breasts that my hands ache to hold. I wouldn’t mind feeling them brush my bare chest as an alternative activity.

Charity stretches to meet my mouth, and the height difference becomes apparent. I sit up in a curl to make it easier for her tongue to slide around mine. My shaft jolts as she grinds it against my lower stomach. I’m torn between cupping her cheek and removing the layers of material separating us.

I go for the latter.

My fingers brush her hip bones, and I tug her panties down. The undergarment is unusual in Faere, as is the binding she wore on her breasts. She kicks out of the fabric, and I relish the feeling of her soft skin.

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