Page 24 of The Monster's Obsession
My beast is a major pain in the ass.
He even helpfully sends me sexy little images of what he thinks Vivie would look like swollen with our child.
I groan into the kiss as my knot brushes her lower lips. Her nails dig into my shoulder so deeply, I wouldn’t be shocked if she was drawing blood.
My eyes pop open, and her hazy gaze meets mine.
“Wait, do you have a knot?”
I chuckle. “Almost all alpha shifters do. There are a few that have no need for them, like kraken, but yeah, I do. You gonna let me lock my cum inside you?”
Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she nods. “I’ve never been knotted before. Shifters aren’t big on fucking anyone but their mate. Some can manage it, but not many.”
Well, fuck.
I knew that, too, but I suppose it tips my hand.
Unsure if I’m ready to go there just yet, I slam my lips to hers again in an attempt to deflect from that conversation. I need to level with Laz first to ensure there won’t be any anger or rivalry between us.
Vivie’s back bounces against the wall, and she moans, pulling a hand from my neck to direct it between us. She works her clit, and the backs of her fingers brush my knot. It pulses with the stimulation, and on the next buck of my hips, it slips inside her.
I freeze while Vivie begs, working her swollen nub with even more fervency. My knot swells, locking us together, but I’m afraid to move.
Well, until Vivie slaps my shoulder, groaning. “Shit, I’m there. Rut, please!”
My nostrils flare, breathing in her sweet rosewater scent. A foggy sheen takes over my vision, and I grind into her as much as I can when we’re locked together.
Fill her with our seed and get our mate to her nest, my sphinx chastises in my mind. Even that feels muted and hard to comprehend as my balls tighten.
Vivie wails, her inner walls milking my shaft for all I’m worth.
Fucking hell.
Where is Laz again?
Imight need a monitor for a change.
Vivie spends the next two days in a haze. She consistently runs a fever, begs, nests, and sleeps no longer than an hour or two without needing more sex.
Only, at some point during the last nap, she realized Laz hasn’t fucked her. Technically speaking, he has. Just with his hands, tentacles, and mouth.
And she is some combination of devastated and pissed as fuck.
I grimace, watching her shove his chest. He rolls onto the mattress, planting his hands on her hips as she comes to hover over him. She grabs his face in her hand, forcing him to meet her gaze.
No part of me wants in on that lover’s quarrel. He’s got some damn impressive willpower. That’s for sure.
I would have fertilized her eggs already if I could.
“Why would you even implant them if you aren’t going to fertilize them?” she sobs, wiping beneath her eyes one by one.
She’s kinda got a point, but I keep my mouth shut.
“I love you,” he says simply. “And that means protecting you from yourself when the quickening hits and tries to convince you of things you don’t normally want.”
“You’re not protecting me. You’re driving me insane! I wasn’t in heat or out of it when I asked for your eggs. At least, not to the point I didn’t know what I was asking for.” Her head shakes. “You changed your mind. You don’t trust me enough to have children with me.”
“Enough,” he says with an eerie calm delivery. The next thing I know, Vivie is under him on the mattress. Laz pins her wrists above her head and shoves his sweats down with the other hand.He’s spent most of the last two days partially shifted, but he’s back in human form.
