Page 1 of Monster's Pet

CHAPTER 1

I wokeup alone on Christmas morning, seeking Aiden’s heat as I reached across the bed, my eyes still firmly closed.

When I felt nothing but cold sheets, I cracked them open, and then frowned. I sat up to glance around my room at Doyle Manor.

There was a miniature Christmas tree against the wall, decorated in silver and blue. When I say miniature, I mean it’s only six feet tall instead of the twelve-footer downstairs in the main hall. Off to the left, Aiden was sitting in my window seat, one knee propped up, and his arm resting on it. He was staring out the window, which looked out over the Irish Sea, but his thoughts seemed a million miles away.

“Happy Christmas,” I said softly.

He startled, looking over at me. “I’m sorry, did I wake you somehow?” he asked, matching my volume.

“No, but I missed your heat.”

Aiden smirked at that, standing up and padding slowly over to the bed in his bare feet. His pajama pants were slung low on his hips, but he wasn’t wearing anything else.

My gaze strayed downward to the V that disappeared under the drawstring of his pants.

“Maybe if you wore pajamas to bed, you wouldn’t be cold,” he teased me.

“I didn’t say I was cold,” I protested.

“You didn’t have to.” He propped one knee on the bed, and brushed the back of his knuckles lightly over one exposed nipple. “These are drawn in tight, budding up and begging for my heat. Either you’re cold, or you’re aroused.”

“Why don’t you find out?” I proposed, arching into his touch.

“Sweet girl,” Aiden groaned, his eyes flaring with fire in their depths. “You are my favorite gift.” He pulled back the sheet and blanket, exposing me to the cool morning air, and inhaled deeply as his gaze roved hungrily over my revealed skin. “Looks like the answer is both.”

I shivered, goosebumps rippling over my skin. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m not sure,” Aiden teased, tapping his finger to his chin thoughtfully. “I could wrap you up and place you in front of a fire, but that would only take care of one of your problems.”

“Maybe I should take care of it myself,” I threatened.

“Go right ahead,” he countered. “You know I love watching you bring yourself pleasure.”

Shit.

“I want you. Can’t I unwrap my Christmas present now?” I begged, reaching out and tugging on one drawstring.

“Presents should be under the tree and opened with family,” Aiden said, pretending to be shocked.

“I don’t want to open this one with family around.” I rolled my eyes. “But I would be fine with it being under the tree.”

Aiden grinned. “You got it.” He scooped me up unceremoniously and carried me the few steps to the fluffy rug in front of the tree, dropping me gently on my ass. He stepped over me. “Go ahead. Unwrap me.”

I grabbed the hems of his pantlegs and yanked. “I’ve never been the kind of girl who takes her time opening presents.”

Aiden laughed, his cock springing free as his pajamas pooled around his ankles. “Nowthat,I believe.” He kicked the pants off and kneeled down, looping my legs around his hips. He lined himself up with my center and sank into me with a slow glide.

I moaned, feeling complete and full. “Yes, this is the way to wake up on Christmas,” I murmured, reaching around his neck. “I’m still cold, though.”

Aiden thrust deep, and I lifted my hips to meet him. “I could make you work a little harder to get what you want. Put you on top of me, make you ride me until you bring yourself over the edge,” he suggested.

“Or you could shift and then your fire would warm me inside and out,” I replied, tugging on his hair. “I could grip your horns as you fucked me with one cock and then the other, knotting me and joining us together until it’s time to go downstairs.”

I knew I had him when a faint trace of reddish-orange fire rippled across his chest before it disappeared.

He lowered himself, our torsos pressing against each other, and whispered in my ear, “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You kiss your grandfather with that mouth?”

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