Page 21 of Monsters in Love

That would be a good way to die.

First things first. I need to hail a cab.

I look at the long queue of worn out tourists waiting for their turn to dash into a taxi. Maybe I can just walk to the hotel from here…

“Do you need a ride, miss?”

As skeevy as the words are, there is a tinge of dry humor that makes me turn rather than run away from whoever says it.

Instead of the person I expect, I see a large man whose suit is custom-tailored to accommodate the pronounced V of his torso. My smile falters at the sight of this stranger. However, the way one corner of his mouth lifts as if laughing at some inside joke lights something up inside of me.

And, though he doesn’t have an impressive set of horns balanced on top of his head, I would know those startlingly blue eyes anywhere. “Bronn?” I barely dare to breathe, in case I’m wrong.

His face breaks into a dashing grin, one that reminds me of a delirious night surrounded in a nest of brambles and thorns. “Do you need help to find your way home?” The deep velvet rumble of his voice trails over my skin like a caress.

“Bronn!” I throw myself into his outstretched arms. He crushes me against him, and I welcome the ache in my bones. “What are you doing here?”

“Following a lost mate who seems to have wandered off on her own when I asked her not to.”

My face heats, but I don’t care. Bronn is here with me. I pull back to study him. “How?”

His head tilts to the side. “Impressive technology coupled by the willing delusion of human psychology that aliens don’t exist makes me look like an average, nondescript human.”

I scoff, drinking in his appearance. “No amount of technology or delusion can make you look ‘nondescript’.”

His team needs to do more research on what the average human looks like, because it isn’t this. Then again, no one has even looked our way standing here in the middle of a highly used walkway. The flow of traffic streams around us as if we are part of the scenery.

Flames dance in his eyes, enough to make me blush even harder. “You make me forget myself. I would mount you right here against this building.” He blows a sharp whistle, and a sleek black sedan appears at the curb. As if it’s a normal occurrence, Bronn carries me aloft, shifting me so I’m cradled against him. With his free hand, he lifts my luggage with ease, passing it off to the driver, who takes care of it.

Nestled against him in the backseat, his hands span my hips. He presses me closer until I can feel every vein and ridge on his cock. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

His eyebrow lifts as he shifts his hips in a delicious dance. “I hear this is called foreplay and I intend to get you dripping wet.”

I throw my head back into a delirious laugh. He nuzzles my neck, my heart racing. “No, I meant here. Looking like this.”

“What? Do I look so awful?”

Of course, he doesn’t look awful. He looks like a gorgeous male, with his smooth brown skin and powerful body. “No, of course not. You’re beautiful no matter what form. I meant why? What is all this? How are you here?”

“Why? Because you are my mate, and when I said ‘don’t wander too far,’ you went and did just that. ‘All this’ is to blend in so humans do not panic, causing me to delay my reunion with the aforementioned mate. And I am here thanks to technology that is beyond my scope to explain.” Bronn pauses, as if mulling over what he said. “I believe that answers all your questions.”

I swallow my laugh. He is right. He did technically answer my questions. I cock my head to the side, surveying my very human-looking Taurine. “So this isn’t permanent, right?”

He slowly shakes his head as he assesses me.

“Good, because I miss those horns.”

He grins. “It pleases me that you prefer my natural form. This is camouflage, not a shift.” Bronn dips his head a little. “Feel.”

I run my fingers over his head, through the thick thatch of hair, to find the base of his horns. It’s a trip to feel them under my hands while they are invisible to my sight. “There you are,” I coo.

A rumble vibrates in his throat. He is sensitive there. The memory of him lapping me up while I gripped his horns must be on both of our minds. He licks his lips as he grinds me against his thickening cock. “Here I am. Always. For you.”

I tremble as a small flutter of an orgasm teases at my core. “Always?” I say.

In answer, he lays me out on the seat, tearing open my pants as if they offend him. My panties are next, shredding them from my body in his desperate desire to taste me. He groans, deep and long, when he can finally delve his tongue along my seam.

“Always. There is nowhere in the universe where I cannot find you, so do not test me. You are mine. My gift. My home. My everything. Now lay back and take your tongue lashing. You ought to be disciplined for misbehaving.”

My giggles turn into an extended sigh as he adds fingers to my dripping heat. “Yes, sir.”

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