Page 66 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

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Over pizza, breadsticks, and the largest containers of soda I had ever seen in my life, I delved deeper. We sat beside each other on the couch, our legs touching from knee to hip. The pizza box sat open on the coffee table, a sure sign our babies were out of the house, since any food left unattended was fair game.

"What's your sexual fantasy?"

Robin almost choked on a mouthful of soda. Once he could breathe, I took the pressure off by answering myself. "Mine is being bound naked to the mast of a pirate ship. The enemy pirate tortures me for information about the naval fleet."

"By torture, you mean …"

"He edges me until I can't breathe and stops to ask questions." Robin encouraged me to keep going. "When my cock goes limp from the interrogation, he sucks me until I'm on the edge again. I'm just a fisherman. I know nothing about the naval fleet. I start making shit up just so he'll let me come."

Robin laughed. "You've thought a lot about this."

"I watched a ton of pirate porn." I cleared my throat, realizing I might have given too much away. "In college. I watched porn in college."

He laughed. "So did I. Humans never did it for me, though. I watched them more for educational purposes." He swallowed hard. "Monster movies did more for me."

"Yeah? Which ones?"

"The hero tries to hide in the evil lair, but something big chases and catches him." He rested his head on my shoulder and panted hot breath against my neck. "I love how we fit together now, but in my fantasy, you're even bigger."

I growled low in my throat, and Robin's scent of arousal spiked. "I can be as big as you want, within reason." I couldn't expand to the size of a dragon, but I had excelled at body modification spells.

My earlier exhaustion forgotten, I pulled Robin to his feet. "How big do you want me?"

"Eep." He swallowed hard.

"I haven't changed anything yet."

"I know. Can we start like this? The way you're looking at me is intense."

It didn't feel any different from the way I always stared at him when I was this turned on. "What do you want me to do when I catch you?"

His throat clicked when he swallowed. "I want you to take me right there on the floor. Rip my compression shorts off and hold me down. Slide into me like you own me. Fuck me until I come."

"What level of consent?"

"I won't fight you. I want this. Need this. Please?"

I stroked his cheek and hauled him in for a hard kiss. "I'll count down from one hundred."

Our television hung on the wall opposite the hallway to the rest of the house. Our magic screens weren't reflective, but I closed my eyes to take away any advantage.

"One hundred."

Clunk. "Ow."

I stifled a laugh before counting, "Ninety-nine." Robin must have turned around too quickly and banged his knee on the arm of the couch.

As I counted, I heard rustling in our bedroom, and then in the hallway. I waited to hear the back door open, but it never did. He could have used his magic, but I didn't sense it through our bond.

I couldn't sense anything! He'd blocked me, something he'd never done in all the years the bond had tethered us. When I counted, "Zero," I let mock rage wash over me. He was mine. How dare he try to hide from me!

Still, this was a game, one Robin would win in the best way possible. I turned around and padded my way across the living room rug, checking the obvious hiding spots. No one behind the couch or under the kitchen counter. No one lurking in our bedroom closet or beneath the bed. No one in the kids' beds or hiding in their play lofts.

I saved my favorite room for last. Wembley slept on the pirate ship. His room was next door to the bathroom, so it had an extra closet where we kept the group toys and games. There was just enough room for an adult kobold/human hybrid to squeeze between the shelves and the door.

I turned the handle, and the door burst open from the inside. Robin tried to run past me, but I let the door swing wide and grabbed him around the waist. He slipped out of my grasp, and I brought my hand, coated with slippery stuff to my nose for a whiff. My omega mate had lubed up his sides with slick.

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