Page 26 of Held By a Monster

I still desired him. I’d felt his big, beautiful cock, and it ruined me for any other, but the stress of moving through the world all day kept our nights chaste. I prowled my apartment from the time I got home until I heard that scratch at the door. Restless, unable to settle until he arrived.

Only in his arms, surrounded by his body, could I sleep.

My therapist would not approve. I knew full well I’d moved into unhealthy territory. I didn’t care. My coping mechanism may be bad, but who was I to say it wasn’t exactly what I needed?

Somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, I knew a crash was coming. That was a problem for future me. Present me was blissfully ignorant of all issues that might arise from staunchly ignoring my mental health and relying on a seven-foot-tall monster security blanket.

I was more at ease with Drym than with any human I knew. The fourth night, he showed up with a laptop. He explained they’d purloined it from BioSynth. I offered to help him comb the data for information on who owned the company and where they might have run.

“My brothers are looking into that.” He said from the other end of the couch.

My face scrunched in confusion. “So what are you looking for?”

He never looked up from tapping on the keyboard as he replied, “Your kidnappers.”

I fell back onto the couch in shock. My eyes trained on him and the ridiculous sight he made. The laptop seemed tiny under his huge hands, his typing slow and careful as he pressed each key with a claw.

“Why are you looking for my kidnappers?”

His ears flicked back and forth, the end of his tail thumping on the wooden floor. “To kill them.”

His voice held such malice, his expression determined as he continued to click the keys. Heat flooded through me. I saw his nose twitch before his glowing eyes raised to mine. I should be embarrassed that he smelled my arousal, but it just made me wetter.

My breath grew heavy as we stared at each other. I licked my lips and saw his eyes dart to them. I took a deep breath. “I need you.”

He closed the laptop and carefully set it on the floor before turning toward me. “What do you need from me?”

I ignored the flush that rose on my skin and pushed past the embarrassment. How could I still be embarrassed? “I need you to fuck me.”

He started and I saw his fingers flex. “How do you need me to fuck you?”

I tilted my head. “What do you mean?”

His nose lowered, his back hunched until he was staring straight into my eyes. “Do you need it slow and gentle, a rising crescendo that builds until you can’t stand it anymore and you beg for release? Or do you need it hard and fast, with me pounding into you and using your body until it shatters beneath me?”

It was hard to push words from my panting chest. “Yes,” was all I managed.

He nodded and somehow understood what I meant. My knees were bent, my back against the opposite arm of the couch. I jumped when his hands curled around my ankles and pulled, laying me flat on my back. My sleep shirt rode up my stomach, my shorts bunched around my waist.

He slid my shorts and underwear off my legs in one smooth pull. He spread my thighs, one foot on the floor and the other wrapped around his back. My gasp when his cold, wet nose trailed up my inner thigh turned into a moan as he attacked my clit with his forked tongue.

In seconds I was writhing beneath him, trying to push closer, riding his tongue with wanton abandon. His hands circled my hips, holding me in place as he feasted. Tensioncoiled and built and as suddenly as he’d started, he pulled away. I whimpered as cool air hit my flesh.

I felt his cock notched at my entrance and tried to lift my hips to greet him, but he held them still. He filled me in one smooth thrust, the spikes along his shaft scraping deliciously along my walls.

Seated to the hilt, he ground the growing bump at the top of his slit against my clit. He pulled out, thrust, circled his small knot on my clit again and again. He set a steady, punishing rhythm. Without his hands holding my hips, I would have traveled the length of the couch. Each time he withdrew, he pulled me toward him.

His teeth nipped at my neck, my chest, my breasts, his tongue flicking at my ear. He was everywhere at once, and dominated my body as he’d promised. I dug my fingers into the thick fur at his shoulders and bowed my back. His tail wrapped around my thigh and squeezed, pulling me impossibly wide. The angle of his thrusts changed and I moaned as he slid along the bundle of nerves, crashing into my cervix. His pace increased just to the point of pain. I was so turned on liquid rushed from me, making his thrusts squelch erotically.

“Come. Now,” he demanded in my ear as his teeth rasped the space between my neck and shoulder.

My body obeyed and I screamed. The world seemed to go black, the only sensation him moving over and into my body. I drifted down, aftershocks making my legs jump.

He slid to the floor and sat me up on the couch, my legs forced wide by his body. I nearly came unglued when he swept his tongue up my cleft, circling my clit. I looked at him in shock through hooded lids.

“I’m not even close to done with you.”

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