Page 46 of An Inheritance of Monsters

“We do it now, before my tiny Juno dies.”

“I’m not in danger of dropping dead right this second—”

But nothing was going to dissuade this monster.

He swung towards the bed, footsteps booming so loud I was sure someone was going to come knocking on my door at any second, and climbed up on the mattress.

From the creaks the bed made, I was convinced it was going to splinter and go crashing onto the floor.

But somehow, by a pure miracle, it held up as Rask settled on his knees, cradling me with two arms, bracing another on the bed, and the fourth held poised over me.

“Rask, wait!”

He purred, sending another delicious shiver down my spine. Those red eyes were aflame as he hooked one enormous claw in the neck of my tank top.

A claw big enough to eviscerate me without effort.

I held very, very still as he drew his arm back, slowly shredding through my tank top until it split open entirely.

One of the few I had on the island, but he couldn’t know that, and as the cold air touched my damp skin and made my nipples peak, I decided that matter could wait.

Especially as Rask huffed out a deep noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, his eyes focused on my breasts. The muscles of his chest and stomach flexed against me.

The same heat I’d felt for Zirin flared back to life in my core. I slid the tank top off, then wrapped my arms over his shoulders, and his hands adjusted to cup me against him.

I rasped his name, trembling again.

“You are cold again?” His voice was even lower now, putting the deepest human bass to shame.

I shook my head, tightening my grip on his thick deltoids, nails digging into his skin.

It didn’t seem to hurt him. If anything, his purr grew louder.

He traced a claw over my leggings, tugging experimentally at the waistband. Elastic popped, fraying under the razored edge.

I shifted with him, allowing him to peel me out of my clothes, until my leggings were a shredded mess he tossed over his shoulder without a second glance.

One of those claws touched my thigh, so delicately I wasn’t in the slightest bit worried that he’d draw blood. He traced the outline of a pink circle.

“The mark of the Klee,” he rumbled. “The prince of the waters touched you?”

I had no idea what aKleewas, but he must mean Zirin. “Well, we… um.”

The claw followed my thigh and found my stomach. My clit pulsed as he came dangerously close to brushing against my pussy, and I sucked in a breath.

Several more pink marks were emblazoned across the pale skin of my lower belly. Rask rumbled as he touched one.

There was something disgruntled in his tone. “You find the Klee a good mate? You enjoyed this?”

Was he…jealous? I had no idea if the monsters of the Void held such feelings.

But his sharp teeth seemed to be snarling as he examined the marks.

Honesty, I told myself.

“We didn’t really… um… mate all the way.” I felt my cheeks turn flaming hot in the darkness. “He just… touched me. And yes, I enjoyed it. A lot.”

“Then I will mate my Juno, and she will love it.”

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