Page 50 of Monsters of Midlife

I went into the bedroom to grab a towel and wrap it around myself.

He was standing in the corner, staring out the window down at the bay. I came and stood next to him, watching the vortex of water. “What’s going on there?” I asked.

“Ratchet is sealing the rift,” Ryder said.

“Who’s Ratchet?” I asked.

“My right-hand beast,” Ryder said.

“So, he helps you clean up all the messes?” I asked.

“Yes, something like that,” Ryder said.

We stood there in silence for a moment, watching the maelstrom of the water slowly disappear and the water became still, normal, like I supposed the bay always looked.

I was suddenly acutely aware of the fact I was wrapped in nothing but a towel and standing next to the hot mess that was my ex-husband. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and it left a tingling inside me, between my legs. It would be so easy for him to turn and just take me.

He didn’t want me, though. He didn’t want me at all. I had to remember that.

His eyes didn’t leave the glass, looking out at the bay. “You told me you would stay,” he said. “You lied to me.”

“I wanted to not be a banshee,” I murmured. “Is that too much to expect?”

He turned and looked at me, his eyes blazing with rage. His hands gripped my shoulders and the towel fell to the floor. My nipples pebbled in the cold air, and I saw his gaze flick down my entire body, flashing red in his eyes.

“You could’ve died,” he growled.

“I didn’t,” I said. “I’m here.”

And before I knew it, he leaned forward and was crashing his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth as if he had never tasted me before. His tongue was much larger in his monster form than I had remembered in his human form. It was stronger; it was more powerful. My thighs became slick and wet thinking about what he could do to me.

I stumbled backward under the forcefulness of his passion and a growl erupted from him as he picked me up and threw me on the bed. My legs splayed everywhere. I could suddenly see his erect cock emerging from the hair that covered his body and oh my God it was large and black and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

How was it that as a monster he was different than when he was a man? I didn’t really worry about it though. I just wanted him.

Even though I felt a little crazy. How could I want such a beast? But it was Ryder. It was my Ryder. It was my husband, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer; he was on top of me before I could even move. The thing was, I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to feel him inside me in every way shape and form.

My legs were splayed wide open, showing him every part of me that he ever wanted or at least the physical part of me he wanted. It must be some sort of a monster thing. Fight and then fuck. That’s what it felt like. It wasn’t personal. At that moment, I didn’t care because I could use a fuck right about now myself.

“Ryder.” I said his name softly, but he was not paying any attention. He was growling as he rolled his head down and crawled toward my pussy, his long black tongue licking up the inside of my legs from my ankles up each side as if he needed to taste the salt on my skin and lick it off every single piece. My thighs were slick with juices as his tongue approached my arousal. I waited in tantalizing anticipation as the pointed tip of his black tongue flecked against my clit. My whole body began to tremor and shake as he flicked his tongue back-and-forth and back-and-forth, until I exploded in bliss and increased need, it felt as though I needed every part of him at that moment just to survive.

“Oh my God,” I said, grabbing his horns and pulling his head deeper into my thighs, feeling his tongue deep inside me. And then it got hot.

His tongue heated up.

I gasped in excitement as waves of trembling heat roiled through my body.

The whole time he was sucking and licking and tugging at my pleasure spots, his hair on his face tickled my thighs and making my body buck hopelessly underneath his insistent tongue.

My mind was dazzled, but I needed him. I needed him inside me even more.

I held his horns and lifted them up and looked at his face. It was almost like the beast inside him was taking over. He was glaring at me, his eyes intensely focused.

“Bring me your cock,” I said in no uncertain terms. He might be the beast in the situation, but I had needs to be fulfilled also.

“You get my cock when I say you get my cock,” he growled at me. “I’m not the nice guy you were married to before, Caroline. I will take you the way I want to take you now or I’ll take you later, but I will take you in my way.”

My eyes grew wide as I stared at him. I felt another orgasm coming on just by the tone in his voice. His eyes devoured my body as his hands reached forward and his nails very carefully trailed over the tight skin of my breasts and tickled my erect nipples.

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