Page 9 of The Monster's Mate

My wyvern stretches in my mind, and I exhale in pure relief. It was strange not being able to feel him.

“Oh, the wyvern is back,” Charity whispers. “Dammit, we haven’t had the chance to talk about anything important.”

Her delicate scent hits my senses, and my nostrils flare.

“Mate,” I hear myself growl.

I’ve been holding myself up on my knees and an elbow, but I fall, plastering my front to hers.

The wyvern doesn’t want to risk allowing her to escape.

My eyes fall shut as I breathe her in, but they immediately pop back open as she presses her lips to mine.

What an unexpected turn of events.

My mouth moves against hers, but I’m unsure what I’m supposed to be doing. Considering this is likely a dream, I give in to the sensations and allow her to guide the kiss. Her legs tug from under me, wrapping around my thighs.

What an odd but magical thing to dream up.

Her tongue licks at the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth as our breaths mingle. Everything in me screams to toss her head to the side, so I can bite her to permanently solidify my claim.

Her soft body feels incredible under my much harder frame.

Speaking of hardening…

All thoughts disappear as my lower lip aches. The naughty little vixen scrapes her teeth over it, swirling her tongue in some pattern meant to make me lose my mind.

The wyvern roars. His desperation to bond his mate spills into me, and it is staggering how committed he is to claiming herimmediately.

Charity’s hand moves to cradle my cheek.

The monstrous side of my consciousness sends me implicit instructions and, with her scent so heavy in the air, it lessens my already low inhibitions.

Pulling back from the kiss, I bump her face to the side and strike.

The little siren mewls, her fingers digging into my ass as a loud moan slips from her lips.

My teeth puncture her tender flesh, and her blood coats my tongue.

The explosion in my mind must be her emotions. It’s so intense, it takes my breath away, and for several long seconds, I simply suck exquisite gulps of her blood like a vampire.

“Eldritch, holy shit.” Her fingers dig into the back of my neck, and I finally gather my wits to clean and seal the bite.

The wyvern is smug, sending me flashes of what he imagines she would look like on all fours.

Now that we’ve claimed her, it’s time to breed our mate.

It’s illogical, since wyvern are infertile, but the thought of practicing does make my cock jolt in my leather breeches.

“Damn,” the nightmare says, breaking the silence of the moment. “I was like seven seconds too late. Oh well, I can tell them I tried to prevent it.” He claps and goes on, sounding much more serious. “I’m genuinely sorry to have to say this, but my magic is tapped. You’ve got no more than a minute or two to say your goodbyes.”

I snarl, blocking my mate’s body with my own. She’s just as clothed as she was the last time he saw her, but my monster is riled.

“No one will be taking her away from me,” I growl.

“Are you okay?” the nightmare asks, and it’s clear he’s not talking to me.

“Yes,” Charity says with a firmness to her tone that makes my chest fill with pride. “But I’m not ready to leave him. Is this even real? Will the bond?—”

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