Page 49 of My Monster's Keeper
He glances up at me and waves his finger. The shadow over my mouth vanishes.
I let out a keening whine that fills the whole bathroom. “I need more.”
“Then scream,” Puppy snarls and dives back in.
His tongue invades in a way no penis or mouth or tongue has ever done before. He’s rubs my inner walls with thick, undulating, swirling movements, fucking in and out of me. I whimper and thrust against him. Grinding my blood and arousal onto his face.
Pressure builds and builds, and nothing matters, not the risk of death, not the others in the next room. I scream, my voice echoing all around us. All that matters is fucking this Grim’s tongue. I fall over the highest cliff, clenching around his tongue. He jerks, his fingers digging into my thighs in surprise, and then he relaxes into it, going deeper as he rides the waves of my shattered body.
I slump in the bonds as the door rips off its hinges. I don’t even have the energy to care.
Puppy withdraws, leaving me feeling sensitive and sated. He goes up to the corner of the roof and sits there in the shadows, glaring with rage at Wilder, Frost, and Stix.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, but the shadows aren’t letting me go. Stix flicks his hands, and I collapse to the floor.
From the ceiling, there is a very threatening rattle. But, for the first time, I know it’s not directed at me.
“You bleed, human,” Frost says. “Are you injured?”
I shake my head, exhaling hard through my nose. The cramps feel better. “No, I’m not injured. This is normal. Women of my species bleed once a month.”
“That’s not very safe,” Stix says with concern. “Blood would attract predators. Are you sure he didn’t hurt you? You seem out of sorts? Exhausted, like you’ve done battle.”
I shudder, thinking about Puppy’s tongue inside me. Shit. God help me, but I want him again.
Stix helps me up, and I shudder as his touch grazes my sensitive breasts. He pauses and inhales before twisting to look at me harder.
“Do you need…”
He trails off and doesn’t finish that sentence, but my cheeks are burning.
His eyes go blank, and then he walks into my bedroom.
“Diablos! Come here now, it’s an emergency and bring your human consort.”
Human consort? Wait! What? I haven’t got clothes on. I rush into my room and just manage to get some clothes on before Diablos appears in a cloud of smoke.
Hartley sits on the edge of my bed and rubs his eyes. “I’m too old for this bullshit. I need eight hours to be pretty.”
“You look beautiful, my pet.”
I look between them both and then at Stix.
“Our human bleeds, and she smells strange.”
Diablos’ eyebrows hit his hairline. He casts such a panicked look at Hartley that I almost laugh. Almost. If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I might laugh.
Diablos delicately sniffs the air and then snorts and goes to stand stiffly with Hartley. “Human females bleed to get ready to create spawns.” There is a shifting of my monsters around me. I snarl at them.
There will be no fucking spawns, full stop.
“What is that other scent? I’ve smelled it occasionally, but I’m not sure what it means.” Stix folds his long arms over his chest and looks at Wilder and Frost. They nod, confirming the smell.
My cheeks flame because I have a damn good idea of what that scent is, and I do not want to be having or hearing this conversation.
Diablos looks up at the roof, at the floor, at the wall, back at the roof. “Male humans get hard,” Diablos coughs, “down there. Females of the species get wet to allow them to take the male into her body. I believe you smelled her musk that she puts out to say she is receptive to mating.”
Oh, fuck no.
