Page 16 of Monsters After Dark

Where the den was.

Moira knew where this was heading. Sensibly, she knew she still had the control to his collar around her wrist, but they’d said the normal methods of behavior modification hadn’t worked with him, and if she corrected him and it didn’t work, he’d only be angry.

Moira didn’t want to call out for help, either. She knew what they’d do to him, and she couldn’t bear the idea of witnessing it, let alone being responsible for it.

“I can guess what you’re thinking, but they don’t care if you do that to me. It won’t matter to them. Can we please just keep talking? We were doing well before they showed up, weren’t we?”

He chuffed and dipped his head, his eyes never leaving hers. She knew he understood, but it didn’t seem to matter. He’d tolerated enough—enough pain, enough misery, enough not being in control.

Joseph continued to force her backward, angling this way or that to move her beyond whatever obstacles blocked their path. Too soon, her back bumped against the faux rock wall outside the den. He grabbed her upper arm with clawed, rough-padded fingers and pushed her toward the entrance. He wasn’t delicate about it, but he wasn’t cruel either. Once they were inside the relative darkness of the den, he crowded her against the wall and got down on his knees in front of her. Even then, he was still almost as tall as Moira.

It happened in such a hurry Moira had no time to react. The button from her pants pinged off a nearby wall as he yanked her jeans and panties down over her hips, jerking her forward and forcing her to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. The stinging tracks along her hips and thighs told her his nails had left their marks on her skin, furrows made even more obvious when he stopped to inspect the thin red lines blooming on her flesh.

Moira took a shaky breath as he darted out his tongue and dragged it up the front of her thigh, tracing the trail one of his nails had left. She tried to ignore the way the sensation made her stomach clench. He repeated the action, inching closer to the apex of her thighs with each stroke.

“Joseph, please. Don’t do this,” Moira whispered urgently. She gripped his shoulders and tried to push him back, but he didn’t move. Instead he started purring again as he worked his way to her center with his wide, rough tongue.

She sent an anxious glance toward the den entrance, but there was no one there—and no sign that anyone was coming. They must have known what he intended when he’d dragged her back here, but they appeared to be waiting for her to give the word before they intervened. If they did, Moira thought it likely that Joseph, and maybe some guards, would end up dead. She didn’t want that.

Was saving him worth letting him assault her? Moira’s heart hurt at the idea of him being murdered over something she knew he couldn’t help. Weres were so primal that their animal instincts were often impossible for the man within to override.

But she didn’t know what to expect. How seriously could he hurt her? She wasn’t sure. The boys in her pack were more well-endowed than most human men, from what she’d seen, but their excitement had often revealed a more concerning quirk of their anatomy: a knot the size of a baseball that swelled at the base of their cocks. And Joseph? Joseph was so much bigger…

His wide, flat tongue pushed between the folds of her sex and rasped up over her clit, derailing her thoughts. Moira shuddered and twitched, going up on her tiptoes to escape the sensation as he repeated the action, forcing her entire body to flush with warmth.

Moira dug her nails into his shoulders and tried to wriggle away, only to have him clamp his hands over her hips and push his tongue so deep he penetrated her tight channel with it. She yelped at the foreign sensation as he dragged it over her sensitive inner tissues, and to her shame, her body responded with a rush of fluid that only seemed to encourage him. Before long she was panting and twitching under the onslaught, biting her tongue against the swell of an orgasm.

She choked on a moan as pleasure broke over her in an unsettling wave, hoping no one beyond the blessedly unmonitored den would hear. The orgasm left her quivering and using his shoulders for support.

Joseph continued his leisurely torture until her hips were jerking with every lap of his tongue, her skin too sensitive to bear it any longer.

“Please, I can’t. No more,” she panted, shaking her head and staring up at the dark ceiling. Joseph chuffed at her, but his tongue retreated. Moira might have felt relief, if he hadn’t shuffled back and pulled her to her knees in front of him before she had the chance to gather her wits.

With one massive hand, he pulled her down by her nape, forcing her to brace her weight on the heels of her hands as he lowered his free hand to his groin. Moira’s eyes widened as her gaze followed its path, struck speechless at the sight of what waited there.

With his hips angled, the light from the entrance exposed the deep plum-colored cock erect and proud between his thighs. She’d never seen anything like it. As opposed to the sleek, tapered head she’d seen on other were cocks, his was round and wide like a battering ram, with a slightly flared, ridge-marked edge. A clear fluid was already dripping steadily from its tip, glistening in the dim light. It looked thick and viscous, like honey.

The shaft itself flared just behind the head, widening for several inches in a bulbous shape that progressed to a matching, but slightly larger bulge just below it. It almost looked as if he had two knots in his shaft, which were already expanding. There was no other way to describe it. He closed his fingers around the base, and Moira’s mouth ran dry.

He urged her forward by her nape while his hips rolled up, bringing his monstrous cock within inches of her face. He started purring again as he guided her, but Moira whined in protest. Her cheeks burned hot as she glanced up at him, ashamed to admit she was curious. Joseph only dipped his chin and continued to rumble encouragement.

She touched him, her fingers fluttering lightly over the head and down his shaft. He was so hot—silky and hot. Moira stroked his shaft a few times, testing the sensations and gauging his responses. A quick glance toward the entrance to the den told her they were still alone, so she grew a little braver. She leaned forward and closed her mouth over his tip, her tongue darting out to test the sticky wetness gathered there.

Her senses buzzed as the flavor washed over her tastebuds, his flavor nothing like she’d expected—musky but clean, with the faintest hint of sweetness. She opened her mouth wider, pressing her tongue flat as she tried to spread her lips around his girth.

His purr took on a darker edge, and he gave a small, brisk thrust, stretching her lips wide over the head of his cock as he held her in place. Moira shuffled closer, leaning forward to secure both hands around his shaft as she lapped and sucked at his tip, working him as best she could.

Above her head, Joseph grunted and huffed, his hips moving with an ever-increasing urgency as she caressed him with hand and mouth alike. Moira’s reservations bled away under his noises of praise and encouragement as he stroked her hair with surprising gentleness. It had been so long since she’d been with a man—two years, in fact. Ever since she’d started with the program. She’d forgotten how good it felt to be on her knees, sucking a cock she knew would soon fill her in the way she needed most.

When he pulled her off moments later, she glared at him, confused and annoyed. His eyes glinted and he flashed a toothy grin at her, the sight of his teeth sending a trill of excitement and nervousness straight to her core. His intentions became obvious when he rearranged her, moving her to face the wall and shuffling close behind her, putting himself between her and the entrance to the den.

Moira couldn’t move. He’d never removed her pants, only lowered them, trapping her knees and calves with the bunched fabric. So when he slid a hand beneath her belly and pulled her ass up while pushing her head onto the floor with his free hand, Moira was at his mercy.

He pressed his shaft into the crease between her ass cheeks, nestling the heavy, slick weight of it there. Her heart stuttered when he rolled his hips, sliding his cock back and forth.

“I don’t think I can, Joseph,” she whispered anxiously. “You’re so big…”

But he wasn’t listening. He rolled his hips back and angled his cock down so his head split the soaked lips of her sex as he kept thrusting. Back and forth he teased her, rubbing his hot flesh over her sensitive skin.

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