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My answer puts a smirk on his face, and he leads me backward, toward the side of the bed.

“Then, lay down,” he says, jerking his chin toward the mattress. “And let me fuck you like the good little monstress you are.”

Chapter Five

Syn

Kade’s lack ofmonsterly attributes like a tail or horns comes in handy because in a blink, he’s naked. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone take their clothes off so quickly.Did he rip them off?

I must have been too busy positioning myself on the bed to notice, making sure my hair drapes off to the side to stay out of the way and laying myself just right. I can’t fathom why it’s important to me, but I want him to think I’m beautiful as he worships my body. I’d venture to ask him what he thinks, but he could just as easily lie.

Instead, I keep quiet.

As he nestles himself between my thighs, I can feel my slickness on his stomach, and my cheeks burn. Wet is an understatement. I’m drenched. And from what? A few neck nibbles and conversation.

Syn, you really have sunk.

That, or Kade’s reputation as the notorious monster fucker is well deserved.

“These walls are soundproof,” he says, pinning me to the mattress with his weight and pressing his lips firmly against my throat.

I swallow hard as he slides down my form, kissing and nipping at my chest before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. While he swirls his tongue around it, he pinches the other between his fingers, and I instinctively roll my hips, eager for him to drop his attention to my lower half.

“What happened to taking our time, sweetheart?” He looks up at me with a devilish grin, sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

Is that even a question?The way my body responds to his touch, the way my heart is thundering in my chest, and the way my pussy is dripping wet for him already should tell him my answer. But like before, he wants to hear me say it.

And in this moment, I want to give him exactly what he wants.

“Yes.” My voice is hardly more than a whisper.

He chuckles once and shakes his head, looking up at me with a sinister glint in his eyes. “Not yet,” he says, running one of his hands down my side before gripping my thigh. “I have so much to show you first.”

I giggle, probably because of the wine, and wave him on. “Then show me, shapeshifter. Show me what you can do.”

Without another word he slides lower, dancing his tongue down my stomach as he goes. I reach for his head as he passes my hips, intent on burying my hands in his hair and shoving him against my swollen clit, but two black cords whip through the air and snatch my wrists before I get the chance.

They slam my hands to the pillow above my head, pinning them there and making my heart rate spike.

“What the h—” My words are cut off, and my thoughts blur when Kade runs his tongue up the length of my folds.

My breath catches as I try to get my bearings after the adrenaline rush, but the wine is making my head swim. Plus, Kade’s tongue drawing circles around my swollen nub is lightingmy body on fire. Everything is ecstasy, and I want to drink it all in.

Before I close my eyes and abandon myself to my sense of touch, I look back up at the black cords binding my wrists and discover that they’re not made of rope at all. They look soft, fleshy. I trace their length with my gaze, following them until Kade’s head blocks my view. My best guess is that he grew tails, and he’s using them to keep me exactly where he wants me.

I shouldn’t be as impressed as I am, but I also blame that on the wine.

My thoughts shatter again as he sucks my clit into his mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as I roll my hips upward, begging for more. He obliges, sucking tenderly and rolling his tongue over it while it’s in his mouth. A moan tears from my lips.

He stops sucking and flattens his tongue against me, moving in time with the rise and fall of my hips, sending waves of pleasure through my center. Every lick fuels the fire burning inside me, and if he keeps it up, I’ll surely ignite.

It’s never happened, but like I told him before, there’s a first time for everything.

Especially when dealing with someone so unpredictable.

As if reading my thoughts—which I’m beginning to think he can—he slips his tongue inside me, thrusting it in and out, and it fills me a little more each time. His tongue swells, getting longer and thicker until my eyes pop open to make sure he hasn’t slipped his dick in instead.

I gape. His head is still between my thighs, and he’s staring up at me, watching my reaction. Seeing him from this position, while his thick tongue twists and curls inside of me—teasing places no monster has ever found before—has me racing toward the cliff of a climax.

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