Page 21 of The Monster's Mate

It’s nearly impossible to focus on anything with the way her tits plaster to my skin as she deepens the kiss.

Gods, she’s burning up.

That’s why it’s called going into heat. My wyvern projects the thought into my mind.

I imagine he’s right.

The quickening is a very similar process to the heat cycle shifters experience.

Our bite is likely what prompted the onset, he adds particularly smugly.

“Eldritch, I ache.” Charity moans against my lips.

“Tell me how to help you,” I practically beg.

I blink in shock, watching her crawl down my body. Her naughty little tongue flicks over my nipple, and it’s surprising to realize it’s an erogenous zone for me. She teases lower toward my hip bone and even into the trail of hair that disappears into my pants.

A groan slips from my lips.

Her nails scrape over my lower stomach as she tugs at my bottoms. I lift up with my feet to allow her to push them down my thighs. My cock slaps against my abdomen, and I kick out of my pants the rest of the way.

Charity’s hand wraps around my shaft, and her skin scalds mine. “Okay, so, this is a new one for me.”

“My knot?” I ask, fighting the urge to thrust up into her grip. “All alpha shifters have them.”

“No, the whole foreskin thing, but I’m eager to learn. We can do that together.” She grins, her hair falling around her pretty face.

The Gods certainly gave me a gift when they decided this beautiful female would be my mate. I’m still baffled how we found each other, but this doesn’t feel like the right moment to push the issue.

She slightly tightens her grip, and her mouth dips to my crown.

If I wasn’t so entranced by the feeling, I might find the words to ask her what this sorcery is. Copulation requires me to enter her, but not her mouth. Although, it does feel fucking fantastic.

The wyvern sends me a barrage of images that make my cock jolt, dribbling pre-cum, as he continues to taunt me with all the things we should be doing.

I consider myself far from hedonistic, so he must be at least partially in control as I wrap my hand in her hair, tugging her off my shaft.

Charity’s eyes are slightly hazy, but she gives me a lopsided smile that causes a low growl to rattle free of my chest.

My hand lands on her hip, and combined with my hold in her hair, I’m able to pull her up my body.

The naughty little thing reaches between us to glide my crown through her slick lower lips while I’m still trying to process all the scenes the wyvern is busy forcing into my mind.

“Wait, is this okay? I kinda just assumed.”

The sensation seems to steal all the breath from my lungs as she falls on top of me. “Yes,” I grunt, still processing the feeling of her warm, wet heat stretching around my cock.

“Okay, that’s more intense than I remember,” she whispers.

The wyvern and I are in agreement that we’d like to wipe all memories of anyone else from her mind.

I’ve got the general idea of things.

And I’m an active participant.

Or I’m supposed to be.

I stretch both hands down, grip her ass, and lift her until only my tip remains inside.

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