Page 34 of Grotesque Love

I’ll swallow it all. I’ll devour everything you can throw my way.

A voice cuts through the evening air like a knife. “Malachite!”

With another lazy thrust, letting her feel all the ridges on my cock, I lean in, blanketing her body with mine. “Ahh fuck, here comes the fun killer. I guess playtime is over, princess.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That,” she growls, lifting her hips to thrust back at me.Hmmm, look at that.It seems that quiet, good little Arianwen might be a little naughtier than she thinks…

Her eyes widen, as she realises what she’s done and pink blooms on her cheeks.

With my lips near her ear, my horns brushing against her hair, I tease, “You know, I like it more when you’re feisty.”

“Fuck you!”

Another thrust, harder this time.

“Mmmmm, that mouth. So dirty. Fuuuuck.”

Pre-cum drips onto the ruffled fabric of her underwear. Christ. She’s sinfully delicious, and I can’t wait to strip her naked and bury myself in her tight cunt.

“Sax says the groundskeeper is on his way to the house.” He perches in a nearby tree.

I sigh and lean back, loosening my grip. “What’s the plan, Jas?”

“Get her into bed and wait for him to leave.” Innocent soul that he is, he’s completely oblivious to the double meaning of his words. Jas twists his tail in his hand, eyes darting to her arse anxiously. He actually wants her to like him.

I do plan to get her into bed, but I’m not picky, right here on the grass suits me just fine too. As long as she’s impaled on my cock, the setting doesn’t matter. I rut against her one final time, ignoring her protests. Pulling her up against my chest, I pin her to me with one hand on her throat, the other around her waist.

Flying to her bedroom is the fastest option and probably safest route to avoid being caught by the groundskeeper, but the poor thing just discovered monsters are real. Flying might break her fragile little mind.

“Let me go!” she cries, struggling under my grip. All it does is rub her pert little arse all over my ridged dick, and frankly, it’s almost worth being caught by the delightful Mr Danvers just to have my way with her right now.

“Never,” I promise on a growl, nipping at her earlobe and relishing the way she shivers under me.

“I-I’ll scream,” she threatens.

We both know she won’t. We’d be out of sight before she could blink, and her ramblings of flying monsters chasing her through the woods would bring Carver home in an instant.

“The whole world thinks you’re crazy, little dove. Go ahead, prove them right. Good luck avoiding your medication if you do though,” I warn.

She goes limp in my arms and a soft whisper reaches my ears. “What do I do?”

“Run along. Go to bed like a good little girl.” With a snarl, I release her, and she wastes no time scrambling to her feet. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

She doesn’t look back as she takes off for the house, leaving me just long enough to take to the sky before the groundskeeper appears.

“That was close,” Jas hisses, scowling at me from his branch.

“What?” I’m defensive, wound tight. I was so close to finally tasting her. Owning her. I hate interruptions.

“You scared her,” he accuses, shooting me a reproachful look.

I shrug, thinking of the way she pushed back against me.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

She’s tougher than she looks. Tougher than Sax, Jas and that fucker Carver give her credit for. She’s a fighter.

She’ll have to be, to handle the three of us.

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