Page 18 of An Inheritance of Monsters

Four arms—he hadfourarms that looked like they could lift a truck with ease, all clawed.

Like the tentacled monster, his torso was human, roped with massive muscles, and so wide I wouldn’t be able to get my arms around him if I tried.

He crouched on tree trunk thighs, and twisted to face me.

The faint moon glinted on six pairs of sharply angular crimson eyes, each stacked on over the other. A mouth packed with viciously sharp fangs seemed to stretch in a grin.

My mouth went very dry. Everything about this monster from under the bed screameddeathanddismembermentandoh my god you really fucked up by inviting him up here.

“You are… averybig boy,” I whispered, my voice cracking into a whisper by the end.

He cocked his head. A pair of pointed, lightly-furred ears swiveled back and forth. “You are very small.”

Up here in the open, his deep tones rumbled right through me like another small earthquake.

Face to face with a monster for the second time in one night, I had no idea what to say, but the camera Crispy had set up was recording behind him, the tiny red light hidden behind his bulk.

If nothing else, I would have even more proof that they existed by morning.

I finally licked my dry lips, summoning the courage to speak. All six of his eyes darted straight to my mouth, and he leaned forward a little, watching intently.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

One of his massive hands landed on the mattress, shaking the frame of the bed. Without the light from the window, his massive form seemed to fill the world around me, nothing but shadows and the sensation of primal danger.

“I’m Juno!”

He paused. I patted a hand on my chest. “That’s me. I’m Juno.”

Bad move. His eyes dropped from my face, going to my hand. Which was directly over my breasts, with only a thin tank top between them and him.

Interest glinted in those glowing scarlet eyes.

“Juno.” His rumble was even deeper now, huskier, as he seemed to taste my name. “I am called Rask.”

I swallowed hard, but at least I’d established a rapport. The hard part was done.

Well… maybe not quite.

When he rose on those massive thighs, still curiously leaning towards me, I had a good view of his entire body. His torso, covered in that dark, leathery skin, descended in hard dips and ridges, forming a chiseled V that would make a bodybuilder sick with jealousy.

And, like Zirin, what hung between those thighs was one hundred percent male, with an extra fifty percent of raw primal masculinity heaped on top.

It was hard to stop the blush from rising. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but I’d never had nine inches of cock as thick around as my fist waved in my face. In fact, most guys would be comparable to a baby carrot next to Rask.

He seemed completely at ease with the fact that I was studying his anatomy. There was something different about his equipment—well, besides the size… it looked like there was a thick bulge at the base.

He looked down at himself, following my eyes. “Do I frighten you?”

Mutely, I nodded.

Rask withdrew so rapidly, I was knocked over into the pile of pillows.

“Wait!” I held out a hand, crawling out of the pillows, and his six eyes flickered back at me from the shadows. “I just meant… I’ve never met, um… monsters before.”

Was it offensive to call them monsters to their face? I’d add that to my list of questions for later.

He remained still, a crouching goliath in the middle of the room. Assessing me with those narrow eyes.

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