Page 34 of Guarded By a Monster

“I want you to make love to me.”

The words were out before I could overthink them, and I nearly sagged in relief when he scooped me into his arms and carried me inside. He didn’t bother to shut the door. I smiled as I thought that whoever was stupid enough to trespass on the ‘fangs’ territory wouldn’t make it near the houses, much less inside.

That was my last coherent thought.

Thurl set me on my feet next to his massive bed. His claws started a slow descent down my sides. They stopped just above my waistband.

“I will stop at any point as soon as you say the word.”

His growl raised goosebumps and made me squeeze my thighs together. I could no more speak than fly, so I nodded.

I squeaked as he shoved his cold nose into my neck, but a warm huff followed it. Then his tongue flicked out and licked above my collar. I answered his hum with a moan. He slipped his claws into the waistband of my jeans.

“Off.”

I fumbled with the button, only to be met with the Sisyphean task of lowering the zipper. The silicone covered tips of his claws drew patterns on my sides and back and I had the concentration of a squirrel on meth.

I ended up just yanking the two halves apart; the zipper falling on its own. I shoved my pants over the swell of my ass and they dropped to my ankles. I went to step out of them and almost fell on my ass, having completely forgotten about my shoes.

Luckily, Thurl’s reflexes were faster than gravity. His brows furrowed in concern before he smiled as I cracked up. Only I could turn a sexy moment into utter disaster. “Um, shoes. Gotta take my shoes off first.” I twisted and sat on the bed, still snickering as I undid the laces and kicked them and my pants off. When I stood up, his giant hand spanned my chest and pushed, sending me flat on my back.

For a second, my brain blanked. His bed was so soft, the blankets already singing their siren call, urging me to climb further in.

And then Thurl dragged my panties down my thighs, and his tongue speared between my folds. After that, all my thoughts were two boxes of Scrabble tiles gleefully thrown to the floor by a toddler. A split second of self-consciousness at being naked and splayed in front of him was drowned out as my entire body lit up like a runway.

He’d pushed his shoulders between my thighs, spreading me wide open, but then he placed my feet on his shoulders and ate my pussy like it was his job and he was up for a promotion. Jesus, I was going to make him the CEO. My thigh muscles clenched, and my back arched off the bed as he cosplay’d Blackbeard and plundered my treasure.

When he flicked his tongue inside me and his tiny front teeth rubbed across my clit, I came like a freight train. Literally. My thighs clickity-clacked like train wheels on a track and the noises I made may as well have been an air whistle. I warned the entire compound of my approach.

He continued to lick and nibble my thighs as I floated back to earth. Not many of the men I’d been with had gone down on me, and none of them had done it likethat. They seemed to get bored long before I was near ready to orgasm and stuck it in to get themselves off.

I was still panting when I deemed my lungs well enough to speak. “You didn’t have to do that.”

My belly quivered as he nipped above my belly button.

“Yes, I did. Your scent was driving me mad. I had to taste you.” His hands skimmed up my sides, and then he loomed over me. “You’re delicious.”

I should probably be mortified, but my body punched my ticket, found my seat, and was ready for the ride.

“Are you okay?”

I sighed happily. “Never been more okay in my life.”

I felt the blunt tip of his penis push against my entrance and I sat straight up, pushed on his chest until he stepped back and gawked. “I’m, uh… not sure that thing is going to fit.”

His nose tipped down and then his whole body crouched as he inspected my vagina. Then, I was mortified.

“I might be slightly larger than the others…”

I squeaked and my face flamed. Were we really having this conversation?

“But Drym assures me a human female’s channel is flexible and that Kendal has no trouble taking him.”

I suppose we were.

He looked out the bedroom door before turning back to me. “I can call her if you’d like to talk with her about it.”

I flung my hand over my eyes. “No. No, I really don’t want to discuss your and Drym’s penises, thanks.”

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