Page 85 of Our Little Monster
“I know you’ll stop. It’s okay, I want to heal you,” I assured as I noticed the slight tremble in his leg from holding me up and the strain he was going through from all the beatings he had taken while he was away.
I was sure not feeding enough didn’t help with that.
He brushed his fingers over the marred light pink scar on my neck from the night my dad died knowing how I must’ve gotten it before he placed a soft kiss there.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he kissed my jaw.
“Yes.” I met his mouth with mine one last time before moving my head to the side again to give him all the access he needed.
He cradled my head like I was something precious as he kissed my neck, and then his fangs cut into me quick and with barely a sting. The pain faded swiftly, and my body began filling with the euphoria of the bite.
I moaned softly as he inched in, and his thrusts were slow and rhythmic, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me on every stroke, making my body tremble like a taut spring.
My orgasm climbed in me again, so slowly I thought I was going to scream. Or wait, maybe I was screaming already?
I couldn’t tell as I matched Bastian thrust for thrust. He drank from my neck, and I felt every pull as he took from me, making my whole body tingle as he filled me in an entirely different way.
He picked up his pace, and I moved with him. The noises coming from me were wild and untamed, my orgasm barreling through me.
“Bastian,” I cried out as I came apart on his cock.
He was trembling as he unlatched his fangs from my throat and started thrusting quicker into me. His eyes darkened, and then he was on my throat again licking and sucking the wound as he fucked me against the shower wall.
His rhythm became unsteady as he groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum until it was dripping down my inner thighs. He set my feet back on the floor of the shower, holding me upright as my legs practically gave out beneath me.
Darkness clouded my vision, and my mind felt fuzzy. Like static on a TV screen as euphoric bliss consumed me.
“Fuck,” Bastian cursed as he turned off the water and hauled me into his arms. I saw the concern in his eyes. I was awake but not, in a way. Barely holding onto consciousness.
I felt Bastian towel me off and lay me in his bed, and he settled down next to me, running fingers through my damp hair.
“Serina, I’m sorry. I think I took too much,” he murmured as he cupped my face with one of his hands, his eyes so full of worry.
“I’m okay, Bastian, I just got a little dizzy.”
I tried to sit up to show him, but the dots came back to my vision. He gently laid me back down.
“Settle down, love,” he said, pulling me into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, and then I was out cold.
When I woke, Bastian had me cradled against his chest. I glanced over to the shuffling footsteps by the door, seeing Thorne and Nox leaning against the doorframe looking disheveled and standing there like animals looking through the bars of their cage.
“How are you feeling?” Bastian asked as he peered down at me, a smile curling his lips.
“I feel fine. A little hungry, but fine,” I said groggily, coming out of my sleepy haze with a yawn.
“They thought I had killed you. Refused the leave until you woke,” Bastian jested toward them with a nod. Thorne scoffed while Nox merely rolled his eyes.
I smiled to myself as I got to my feet, feeling more steady than before, but Bastian was behind me. I hadn’t even seen him get off the bed.
“I didn’t think it was possible to come so hard you pass out, but there’s a first time for everything,” I murmured loud enough for all of them to hear me, trying to lighten the mood, and Bastian chuckled as he followed me over to the doorway.
Even just being so close in proximity to the three of them made my stomach dip with butterflies.
I walked through the doorway and wrapped my arms around Nox’s neck, pulling him into an unexpected kiss, letting him know I was perfectly fine, and he hummed as he kissed me back.
I could tell he didn’t want to let me go when I finally broke the kiss and did the same with Thorne, making the kiss sensual and slow.
His tongue twirled in tandem with mine, and he pinned me against him and the doorframe of the bedroom. I could feel his cock hardening against me as he kissed me.
