Page 35 of Guarded By a Monster

“You’re welcome.”

I guessed the ‘fangs were still learning about sarcasm. I reached out and touched him, feeling the stiff but flexible spikes between my fingers again. His eyes closed and he groaned. I felt a heady rush of power that I could affect him like that. This huge, deadly monster melted like fine chocolate under my touch. A new rush of desire flowed through me. “Just go really slow, okay?”

He bobbed his head fast enough to send his ears flopping. He crawled over me again, forcing me onto my back. His arms caged me in, his huge hands on either side of my head as his knee came between my legs, spreading me impossibly wide. “I would not be the cause of any pain, Jade. I will stop the instant I think you’re hurt.”

I decided explaining that a little pain would be okay since it adds to the pleasure wouldn’t be wise at the moment, so I just nodded.

And he pushed.

The wyrfangs didn’t have pupils, but I could always tell where his focus was somehow. The intense scrutiny I was under as he eased himself into me unlocked a new kink. My hands flew to his sides, fingers buried in his fur as my back arched, urging him closer.

Time was agonizing as he stopped after every inch, his gaze never leaving mine as he gauged my reactions. I moaned at the delicious scrape of those spikes against my walls and gasped when he hit my g-spot just right. I’d started thinking I didn’t have one. Nobody else had ever found it, including me. But the rush of heat, the clench of my muscles and my throbbing clit screamedyes!like we’d summited Everest.

He stopped and I whimpered. He must have thought it was in pain because he started to pull back out. I clamped my heels on his back and practically growled, “Do. Not. Stop.”

His answering growl vibrated my chest and lit every one of the ten thousand, two-hundred and eighty nerves in my clit into a raging inferno. I think my eyes rolled back in my head when he bottomed out. Something kind of hard, like a marble beneath his skin, hit my clit and I exploded.Choo Choo.

He still studied me when my vision cleared.

“Are you okay?”

“I think I finally understand why the French call it ‘the little death.’ I’ve died. This is heaven, and I’m never leaving.”

He chuckled and then we both groaned as he pulled partway out, causing a pussy aftershock to clamp down on him. He slid back in, and as he started getting into a rhythm, I would have sworn there was such a thing as too much pleasure. Too many orgasms were going to turn me blind or make a pumpkin grow in my stomach. Or was that a watermelon?

I sucked in a breath. “Stop, stop!”

“Have I hurt you?”

“No. We just forgot something very important. Can you get me pregnant? And what about diseases? I know I’m clean because I was practically a born-again virgin, but what about you?”

His answer rushed out as he pushed back inside. “Cavi doesn’t think we can get you pregnant, and I was engineered to be insusceptible to all disease. I cannot get sick, and you cannot get me sick.”

“Okay, good. That’s good.” His speed was increasing and my brain was ceasing to work. My body reduced to a single point, focused on what was happening in and around my pussy. Every time he pushed in, that hard marble—gods bless it, whatever it was—hit my clit and my g-spot was pulsing like his cock started a rave.

It didn’t take long before my back surged up in my fourth or fifth orgasm of the night. Who was counting? After that, his hips pistoned into me at warp speed, and either I had one two-minute orgasm or they ran together so close I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. His cum triggered the grand finale and, like the end of a fireworks show, it left me panting and exhausted.

I was going to be so sore the next day. That was a problem for future me. Present me was gathered in his arms as he rolled over, then positioned on his chest. I caught my breath as his silicone-covered claws gently ran up and down my back. I fell asleep with sticky thighs, too worn out to get up and take a shower.

twenty-four

My mate was perfectin every way. Her soft snores ruffled the fur on my shoulder and her small hands buried in my sides. The love I felt for her was all-consuming. The need to bite her, to cement the bond, was now a hyper fixation.

I knew from Drym and Kendal that our mating bond allowed us to feel when our mate felt pain, but more importantly, it manifested as a rope of dancing lights that tied us together. I could always find her, always know if she was hurt.

The need for that level of connection to her demanded I bite her as soon as possible. But I wouldn’t do so without her consent. And if she rejected me? I was positive I would end up a shell. Maybe even dangerous to those around me, lost in the fog that overtook our reasoning when we were pushed too far.

The sky was light purple when she finally stirred. She sat up, her eyes squinted and blinking. I had removed her glasses as she slept, afraid they would be lost or broken. I held them to her chest and she slid them on, patting at her hair.

“Do I look thoroughly fucked? Because I feel thoroughly fucked.”

I chuckled and my cock rubbed between her legs. She slid off me and crossed her ankles. “Nope. Too soon. Too much stimulation. I’m going to find my thickest granny panties and put thick leggings on over those. I don’t think I could handle the barest brush of a seam right now.”

My muzzle hit my chest. “I am sorry.”

Her eyes lit up and she laughed. “I’m not complaining. Just saying I’m not going to be up for round two anytime soon.”

I grinned. “I am patient.”

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