Page 129 of The Monsters We Are

He gripped her breast and held it still so he could latch onto her nipple. She moaned, her pussy rippling around him. Her nails scored his back again hard enough to sting. And he figured that turnabout was fair play.

Wynter gasped as pain-edged pleasure spanked her soul like the flat of a hand. And then came another spank. And another. Some were more like light taps. Others cracked down hard. Some felt like the flick of velvet tassels.

The tempo of the sensations repeatedly went from slow to fast then back again. There was no rhythm. No way to time when the next spank would come or guess just how much of a sting it would carry.

The assault to her soul continued even as he kept fucking in and out of her. Soon, she was drunk on pleasure and pain and feel-good chemicals. God, she was close to imploding.

But then the strikes to her soul turned soft, silky, and ultralight. As if ribbons were being trailed along her very being. Which wouldn’t get her off right now. And he damn well knew it.

A sob of frustration caught in her throat. “You gotta make me come.”

“Since when do toys get to demand anything?” He bit into her jaw. “Your only purpose at this moment is to get me off. Something you’re so very good at.”

On and on the torture went. He manipulated her body using every tool at his disposal. Until she was coiled tight, both inside and out.

She shook and whimpered and clawed at him. He didn’t take pity on her, though. He plied her soul with yet more sensations. Little pinches. Tiny scrapes. Suckling bites. Velvet lashes.

She sank into the pleasure and the pain. More, she lost herself in it. Sounds dimmed, as if the physical world was so very far away. Only Cain’s weight and the slamming of his cock kept her anchored.

“You feel me everywhere, don’t you? Don’t you?” he pushed when she didn’t respond.

“Yes.” Her voice broke on a sob.

He snarled. “There’s no part of you I can’t touch. No inch of you I don’t own. No fragment of your soul that’s free of me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “That goes both ways.”

“Of course it does.” He switched his angle and pounded harder, striking her sweet spot with each feverish thrust. “Come. Break for me.”

His eyes changed as his creature surfaced, and then it bit her neck hard. The stab of his teeth hurt, much like the venom that slipped into her bloodstream. But the pain triggered the orgasm that had been looming so close.

Wynter broke, tears springing to her eyes. She screamed as her release clawed its way through her, ripping her apart with its intensity. She dug her nails deeper into his back, arching into him, sunk deep in pure bliss . . . which was when something seemed to latch onto and twine itself around her—she couldn’t quite explain or describe it, since the sensation faded so quickly. She was so caught up in it all that she was barely aware of the hot streams of come filling her pussy as Cain’s monster exploded above her.

She flopped to the mattress, her arms spread wide. Her throat was bone dry, and her body was a happy mass of trembling muscles.Yowza.

Bracing himself on his elbows, Cain pressed a kiss to the bite on her neck. It was done now. She was officially bound to his monster.Good luck with that, little witch.

His creature merely sniffed at that mental comment, too pleased with itself to be truly annoyed with Cain. All along, it had felt somewhat on the sidelines—particularly since she’d been unaware of its existence for some time. It had even felt jealous that Cain owned her soul. Now that it had its own claim to her, the creature was content.

She looked up at him through eyes that were soft and languid. “I don’t feel any different.”

“Did you think you would?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, really.”

“You’re not bound to my monster in a way that forms a metaphysical bond. Your life-forces are tied, that’s different.” He dropped a light kiss on her mouth. “By the way, that bite won’t heal much.”

Her lips parted. “Ever?”

He shook his head. “The third bite is an official claiming mark. The skin will close over, but the bite will always look fresh. Also . . .” He swiped his tongue over the brand, and she bucked in his arms with a gasp. He smiled. “Such marks are allegedly extremely sensitive to the point of being erogenous. If your reaction is anything to go by, it seems that that is in fact the case.”

Her brow flicked up. “You don’t think this is maybe something you should have told me before I let the monster have its way?”

“Probably. But it’s more fun to surprise you.”

“Surprise me, or fuck with my head?”

“Aren’t they essentially the same thing?”

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