Page 15 of Held By a Monster

He ran his claws up my spine and grabbed the back of my neck. I moaned as another wave of pleasure rolled over me.

“I will never let another touch you.”

“God, Drym, I’m so close. Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking. I was teetering on the edge and I needed release. I slid my hand toward my clit, but he caught it and held it above my head.

“You want to come?”

“Yes! I need it, Drym.” I pressed my forehead into the mattress, trying to push myself onto him harder.

“Then say it.”

“Say what?” I’d say anything at that point.

“That you understand any creature that touches you will die under my claws. That you know what it means to let a monster fuck you.”

“I understand!” My frustration had me close to tears.

“I need you to really understand, Kendal. I am a monster created to be a weapon. I will eviscerate anyone who tries to hurt you.”

I swallowed, my pussy flooding at his words. I should be disturbed by how hot I found the idea that he would kill for me. His movements slowed to an impossible crawl, making me feel every one of his spikes as it popped out and then back into me. On an exhaled whisper, I said, “I understand.”

He seemed to be everywhere all at once, whipping my need higher than I thought possible. He let go of my neck and trailed the tips of his claws down my back, his tail slid itself up my belly and between my breasts, curling around one and squeezing.

He was touching me everywhere but where I desperately needed him. I was so frantic I barely registered his tail tweaking my nipple before it let go. Then he pushed the tip of it hard against my clit and I shattered.

My legs locked and my lungs seized. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, his tongue flicking inside my mouth. I felt the scrape of his canines on my cheek and the heat of his chest against my back.

When my orgasm waned, he rubbed that sinful tail of his in circles and kept me going. He didn’t stop until I collapsed.

He roared his own release and I felt his slit swell, almost painful where it pressed against my ass. My muscles trembled with aftershocks, so spent and weak I couldn’t move.

He arranged us on our sides and petted my hair and stomach, whispering what a good girl I was into my ear.

He pulled away, and I whimpered, but he was soon back with a wet cloth. He wiped carefully up my legs and through my sex, which sent more spasms through me. He laid down behind me and gathered me into his arms. His legs were curled behind mine, his tail draped over and around my stomach.

I usually felt claustrophobic when lovers wanted to cuddle after sex. They wanted to hold too tight, they were too hot, my need to move became unbearable.

Not with Drym. I burrowed deeper into the cage that was him around me.

I was almost asleep when he whispered above my head.

“Are you … are you okay?”

I heard the worry in his voice. I tried to find the right words for what I wanted to say, but it took a while.

He whined. “I’m sorry.”

I ran my fingers into the fur on his forearm. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

His muscles flexed under my hand, and I heard the breath blow through his snout. “I have never been possessive. Not like Roul. Even when we were young he didn’t like to share. It never bothered me. I have never had something I wouldn’t gladly give to one of my brothers.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.

“You are different. I love my brothers, and it would pain me, but I would tear their limbs from their bodies if they tried to take you from me. I say that about people I love. With anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate a second.”

His words should scare the shit out of me, but they didn’t. My damn heart was actually swooning at the thought of him being murderous over me. That was fucked up, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

“I am a monster, Kendal. If you were smart, you would run very far from me.”

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