Page 24 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

"I can show you." My bag was still propped against the arm of the couch. I hadn't brought much besides my clothes, but I'd hoped to share some of my treasures with Weld.

I rummaged until I found the accordion folder I used for correspondence with other kobold villages over the years. My parents had helped me write letters long before I could hold a pen. I dropped the folder in front of Weld and slid his plate on top of mine, taking a large bite of his remaining brownie.

"You did all this?" he asked as he thumbed through the letters. "Olaf, Wendel, Pinkie, Luna. There's even one in here from Tim's grandfather."

"Read them," I said around another bite of crunchy chocolate goodness.

He held up a finger, and his cheeks tinged with a hint of blush. "I need to do that thing we talked about first."

"You have a plug?"

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" I wasn't even thinking words because the image of my hunky alpha mate filling his hole with a plug made my mouth water and all the blood rush to my cock. "I want to help."

"Come on, then." He stood so abruptly, his chair ricocheted off the back of the refrigerator and tipped forward against the table, scattering some of my paperwork. I shuffled everything back into the file and followed Weld to the bedroom. He slammed the dresser drawer shut and turned on me in a rush, with his hands behind his back. "I've changed my mind."

"What? Why?"

"It's too small. I'd be better off stretching myself with my fingers."

I held out my hand. "Let me see."

His cheeks flushed again, and he shook his head.

"It's just a plug," I said. "If you want to use it, you should." I had a few favorite toys of my own back home. My thoughts veered to my collection, and I wondered which one Weld would like best: T-Rex dick, tentacle, or the thick and veiny twelve-inch cock.

I stepped closer, backing him up against the dresser. My prey drive kicked in, and I pressed my body to his. Part of me wanted to bite and claim. Another part wished Weld was the one doing the intimidating.

I nosed along his neck, nibbling at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, where he would one day wear my mark. Now was not the time. Consent mattered to me, and at this moment, my mate smelled scared.

I reached around him and pried the plug from his strong fingers. It wasn't as small as he thought. My fingertips didn't touch my palm when I cupped them around the bulging middle. "This will stretch you out while you read the letters," I said. "Afterward, I'll do the rest."

I tilted my head up to find him staring down at me with awe. "You've topped before?"

"Is that a problem?"

He smirked. "No. I love it. I only mentioned it because … this is going to sound weird, but I think I can see some of your memories and thoughts." His chuckle turned sinister. "You think you're the predator here."

In a blur, he reversed our positions, so I was braced against the dresser. He bore down on me, his tongue hot against my neck and his lips ghosting over my sensitive flesh. My ears clogged again, the same way they had when he'd first kissed me. I loved every moment of it.

He grabbed my throat and pulled me into a languid kiss, his tongue teasing alongside mine. "You taste like brownies," he whispered.

"Plug," I reminded him. Without my compression shorts, my slick was quickly becoming a problem, one I could use to our mutual advantage if Weld let me.

He spun away from me and bent over the bed, his gorgeous, toned ass in the air. I bent over and gave him a gentle love-bite on each cheek before leaning back to study his virgin hole. I swept my thumb over it, and he moaned.

"Don't tease."

"Do as you say, not as you do?" I slicked up two fingers and brought them to circle his rim. "I can't wait to fuck your perfect hole."

I gathered up as much slick as I could and smeared it over the plug from tip to base. Then, I took my time fucking it into him, working him open a little at a time and sliding the plug home. Once the peak of the bulb passed his ring of muscle, his body sucked it inside, leaving only the flared base snug between his ass cheeks.

"You look so good right now." I leaned over and kissed the small of his back, and he shivered. "If I don't put my shorts back on, I'm going to leak all over your kitchen chair."

He rose to full height and shuffled me back to his dresser, where he pulled a towel from the drawer. "How about you stay here? I'll go get the folder."

By the time I had the towel in place and the pillows adjusted where I wanted them, he returned. He propped his pillows against the headboard, too, and grasped my hand in his while he flipped through the letters.

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