Page 61 of Enticing Monsters

“Xander!” I snarl, some of my buzz fading as my hot ass rubs against the fabric of my comforter.

He stands, still fully dressed, over top of me. Is it weird that I want to beg him for a show? To have him strip for me so I can finally see every inch of him? To release my hands so I can bury them in his hair while he uses his mouth on me?

“Do you need this, darling?” He strokes his cock through his dress pants, making me pant, unable to pull my eyes away.

“Yes!” The word is nearly a wail, though I’m too lost in sensation to feel embarrassed.

“Hm. We’re going to have to work on your patience, but we’ll do that another day. Don’t take your eyes off of me. Do you understand?” His eyes are bright behind his reading glasses, so hot and intense I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

Which I most definitely do not.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He kneels between my spread legs, keeping his touch soft as he strokes me. “This will be hard and fast today, darling. You don’t need my permission. Come whenever you’re ready.” He slides his hands to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as his tongue dances across my slit. “Fuck. You taste even better this way, darling. I’m not going to be able to resist licking you as often as I can. Maybe I’ll put you on the desk in my office, spread you out there, and feast on you for hours as I work.”

Well, fuck. That’s definitely an idea I can get behind.

He licks around my clit, never stopping his attention to my nipples as something smooth and blunt presses against me.

“Huh?!”

He chuckles, the sound deep and rolling, and I have to force my eyes to stay open as the vibrations roll along my clit. “I said you weren’t getting my cock. I didn’t say anything about my shadows.”

He sucks hard again on my clit as his shadows press into me, stretching my inner walls and making me thrash at the combination of sensations riding my body. The shadows are thick and hard, much to my surprise, the coolness of them even more stimulation against my overworked body.

His eyes are glued to me, never leaving mine as he flicks his tongue over me, swirling it right where I need it.

“God!”

He chuckles again as he lands a swat to my nipple. “Let’s stick to ‘sir’ for the moment. I’m not sure I’m a deity just yet. You’re going to come for me, darling. You’re going to come all over my face as my shadows fuck this pretty pussy. I’m going to be drenched in you so that I have your scent and taste all over me while you’re gone.”

He picks up his pace, his shadows fucking me ruthlessly as he sucks hard. His teeth scrape my clit lightly, and I shriek, shattering with pleasure as he pushes my body through it, extending the wave far past when I expected it would end.

Another slap lands on my pussy this time, and I whimper. “Naughty girl, closing your eyes. You’ll pay for that when you’re home again.”

I certainly hope so.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KIAN

Foster and Sera both warned us of what we’ll find when we cross into Faerie, but it’s nothing compared to seeing it. Three fat multi-colored moons in varying stages of waxing and waning hang in the sky above us, the rainbow of stars glittering like colored gemstones beside them.

I hitch my bag more securely onto my shoulder, unable to draw my gaze back down to the alien world around us, even though I know I should be on alert.

Three moons.

Three moons that have never seen my shame, my pain, my disgust…

I take in a deep breath, the unique floral and pine scents around us teasing my senses, making me crave something I can’t even begin to describe. Maybe some deep, primal instinct? I don’t know and don’t need to analyze it. I simply soak it in. I feel…right.

A small, cool hand slips into mine, squeezing tightly, and I look down into Sera’s eyes. The moons give enough light that I’m able to see a little bit of the pink in her hair, and it makes the pale ivory of her skin glow.

“Foster, Tristan, why don’t you check the cottages and see if there’s anything of use before we start venturing farther? We’ll be there in a few.” As they move to leave, she turns and calls out, “And don’t pick up any kittens!”

“What does she mean don’t pick up any kittens?” Tristan asks, pure confusion in his voice.

I can see him faintly in the glow of the moon, scrubbing a hand through his hair. I think he’s nervous to leave Earth behind, to leave the little sanctuary he’s carved out for himself after his attack, but he hasn’t objected despite the pallor that has soaked into his usually sun-kissed skin.

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