Page 37 of Monsters in Love

The kind that you read about in the dirtiest of romance books. The kind that you found in the corners of the internet. My pussy gave a light flutter, my words dying on my tongue.

"Daphne," he said again, his voice a lot deeper. A lot rougher. "Come. Here."

Andrew

All of her resistance melted beneath my words. Her body snapped forward, closing the gap between us. The air sizzled as if we were in the center of a storm, the taste of desire stinging my tongue.

I would have her. I would cherish her just like Adam, but I would show it in averydifferent way.

We had been waiting for her for so long. She didn’t know. She didn’t realize how important she was to the two of us.

She was more than just freedom. She would break the bonds that had tied us to this cursed library and be the guiding light to a life that all three of us could share.

Fate might have been cruel sometimes, but fate was also purposeful. The little human woman had stumbled into our world, crashing it like a bright star.

I wouldn’t let her get away.

Daphne closed the gap between us, and I met her obedience by tipping her chin up and forcing her to meet my gaze. I enjoyed the flicker there and how it wasn’t fear staring back at me.

It was pure lust.

Shedidwant this.

I would give her everything she could dream of and more. The thirst to breed her was becoming more and more pressing with every moment that passed. I wanted to fill her with my seed, with Adam’s seed. Hell, I wanted to fuck him while he was buried deep inside of her womb.

My cock hardened in my pants, and I gripped her face.

“Daphne,” I murmured, stroking her soft skin. She smelled delicious, and I couldn’t help the hunger I felt in being this close to her.

It was a very ancient desire and one I would never act on, but I found it interesting that she made me feel this way.

All of a sudden, I wasn’t an ancient monster. I was a fresh, lustful cyclops pup— thirsting for something so fragile and so strong, something that was my salvation and my ending.

“Yes, Andrew?”

Hearing her say my name made me shiver. I licked my lips, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Can you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” she wheezed, letting out the smallest whimper.

I leaned in closer so that I could take her earlobe between my teeth, giving her a gentle bite.

I expected a yelp, but what I got was a groan. Her hand shot up, curling in my shirt. Her little fingers wound around the fabric, pulling it taut.

I looked up to see Adam. He was sitting in the chair, his cock out and his hand already stroking.

“Undress yourself for us,” I said, drawing back from her. “I want to see all of you again. Every curve, every beautiful part of you.”

Her skin blushed again. She froze for a moment, and then I watched all of her shyness peel away. It was like watching a flower bloom in the spring. Her eyes became heavy, her lips drawing into a sly smile. She looped her fingers under her shirt and then slowly drew it up and over her head, revealing her body. Her skin was soft, her curves even more so. My eye fell to her breasts and the way that they shimmied as she moved.

She licked her lips as she undid her bra. Adam grunted in appreciation, shifting so that he could stroke his cock even harder. Her gaze found him, falling to his cock.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“You’re going to suck it, but not yet,” I said, crossing my arms. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“No,” she breathed, her lower lip quivering.

“Then you’ve just earned your first punishment.”

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