Page 208 of Monsters in Love

I ignored her. No queen in my home would go untended. She was still shirtless, her flimsy bra covering only her breasts. I moved her ankle off my thigh and knelt beside the bed, gently applying more salve to the cuts on her stomach, her arms. She gasped at my touch, but she didn’t recoil, and then she moved so that she was sitting, her legs dangling off the bed between my thighs.

Tamara indicated for the small tub. I passed it over and watched as she dipped her fingers into the salve and reached for my body, running her fingers over the cut on my side. I winced at the pain, at the feel of it, but as she flattened her palm, cupped my side, stroked my unwounded flesh, I couldn’t help but groan.

“Too sore?” she asked, freezing.

“No. Your touch is what I need,” I growled and I leaned toward her as she moved to the other wounds, dabbing salve over them. I inhaled her scent, sweat and sweetness, damp and desire. I stroked the sensitive skin of her neck, watched her mouth part, full lips opening as a moan escaped as I tilted her chin, forcing her to look at me.

Tamara

Every cell of my body was on fire; and it wasn’t because of my stupid ankle. This man, beast, monster had woken me from the slumber I’d been in for my whole damn life. I looked him dead in the eyes, saw those amber orbs blazing at me, his mostly human face showing all the signs of lust that I knew.

I put the tub of salve down and smoothed my hand across his skin to rub in the excess, turning the motion into something more.

To hell with it.

I hooked my good ankle around his body and pulled him to me.

Kavi didn’t resist. He slotted between my legs, his broad chest spreading them wide as I bent my head and took his mouth with mine.

His lips were firm but lush, and when his tongue slipped into my mouth I gasped in surprise at the delicious point of the tip.

I had a feeling there were many other things he could do with that tongue, and I hoped I would get to experience them all. But for now, this was what I wanted.

I kissed him like he was the sustenance I needed, like he was the sun, the moon, the source of all life. Utterly losing myself in the sensation of his mouth, of his chest pressed against my body, of his hand tangling in my hair. My whole body tingled with sensation, and when he dragged the tips of his clawed fingers across my skin, I gasped.

He groaned as he pushed against me, and right then, I wanted nothing more than to feel the press of his bulge against my core.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured against my lips. Before I could respond he had pushed me back onto the bed and dragged what remained of my pants off. He leaned in, nose tracing up my inner thigh, tongue flicking out to taste my skin.

“May I?” His eyes closed, and he growled with lust as he inhaled the scent of my desire.

“Yes.” I choked the single word out, my core clenching in anticipation. With that word, he ripped the fabric of my panties, tossing them aside, his tongue flickering across my slit, his fingers carefully opening my lips, his thumb pressing a circle into my clit.

“Kavi,” I moaned, writhing on the bed. I tried to reach for him, but he was too clever, too strong. There was nothing I could do as I lay there, exposed, as he pressed against my sensitive nub, as he slid that pointed tongue into my entrance.

I screamed, hand moving to my mouth to dampen the sound, and then I realized it didn’t matter. We were alone and I could scream as loud as I wanted.

Kavi lifted my hips and dragged me closer. I hooked my legs over his strong shoulders, not for one second worried about whether he could take my weight. He tongued me harder, the pointed tip penetrating me rhythmically, the slight roughness of it grazing me until I was a quivering ball of nerves, until my voice was hoarse from my cries of pleasure.

He increased the pressure on my clit, expertly rubbing, and I shot up, too much tension in my body to stay lying down. I gripped his horns, the ridges of them giving me purchase so I could thrust against him, ride his mouth, drive him deeper inside me.

He responded to my frantic movements, pushing harder, faster until I lost all rhythm, my orgasm crashing through me like an avalanche.

I froze, pressed hard against his face, riding the last waves as he gently stroked inside me, licked me clean, groaning in pleasure at the taste of me.

I had never felt more desirable, sexier, than right in that moment.

“You taste amazing,” Kavi said, licking me again. “I could dine on you daily,” Kavi murmured in pleasure, trailing kisses from my sex to my thighs and then up my belly.

I shuffled back, just far enough so that I could bend to kiss him. I wanted to taste my pleasure on his lips, taste the way he’d made me cum.

“You’re amazing too. I…” I chuckled against his lips, grinning stupidly. “And that was only your tongue. You’re going to fucking kill me with pleasure.”

“And then I will resurrect you for more,” he promised.

He stood up then, the bulge in his pants impossible to ignore. My greedy hands reached for his buttons, making quick work of them. Kavi took over, shoving his pants down thick thighs, revealing a dark thick cock ringed with ridges in the same way that his horns were.

I practically salivated, and my mouth wasn’t the only thing getting wetter. Which was just as well. I was going to need to be slick if there was any chance of getting that inside me.

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