Page 57 of Monsters Like Us
“Micah,” I gasp, my nails carving into his back. My voice is wrecked, breathless. “Please?—”
He freezes for half a heartbeat, eyes black and wild. “Tell me,” he rasps, the words broken glass. “Tell me you’re mine.”
My chest heaves, tears and hunger warring in my throat. “I’m yours. Always.”
The sound he makes is pure possession—something between a groan and a snarl. He scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing and slams me against the cabin wall. The cedar boards bow, dust sifting down like ash, the scent sharp and raw. The world narrows to his hands gripping my thighs, his mouth at my throat. He bites down hard, and I cry out, the sting mixing with heat.
“You’re beautiful,” he growls against my skin. “My little murderess.”
His hand slides beneath the stolen waistband of pants that don’t belong to me, finding my bare skin. My legs lock tighter around him, dragging him closer. The blunt press of his hard cock against my pussy makes me dizzy.
He lifts me again, the boards creaking beneath his weight—this time throwing me onto the narrow bed shoved against the wall. The springs shriek under the impact. He towers over me, his chest heaving, shadows cutting across his body. For one ragged beat, he just stares down at me.
Then he snaps.
His hands tear at the rest of our clothes with frantic urgency, every layer ripped or shoved aside like it’s a crime. My breath stutters, body arching as his mouth finds every scar, every mark, kissing them like scripture, like proof I’m his.
And when his tongue circles my clit and he thrusts two large fingers inside me, I gasp, my back arching from the mattress. My hands move to his hair, nails digging into his scalp, pulling him closer. He moans, his tongue flicking over my clit faster, driving me insane. His index and middle fingers plunge in and out of me, stretching me for hisbig cock. I tremble and shake around him, practically ripping the hair from his scalp, but he doesn’t mind at all.
I don’t even have time to say a word before the orgasm barrels over me. I scream his name so loudly I fear the ancient cabin will collapse around us. Fireworks explode behind my lids as he keeps licking and pumping me through it until I finally still.
Breathlessly, I stare up at him as he moves over me. His eyes bore into mine as the head of his dick nudges my entrance. “You look so beautiful when you scream.”
He thrusts deep inside me, and the world shatters. My scream echoes off the walls, high and broken, but it’s not fear—it’s release. His name tears from my throat over and over as he drives into me, relentless, furious, worshipping and destroying me all at once.
“Mine,” he growls, over and over, a chant that burns into my bones. His grip on my hips is bruising, claiming, but his mouth is reverent against mine, kissing me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. The smell of cedar and dust mixes with our sweat as we combust inside the cabin, the old boards groaning like they can’t hold us.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, dragging him closer. “Always yours,” I choke out, and the words detonate something inside him.
His thrusts grow harder, rougher, and the bed slams against the wall in a steady rhythm like a song. The cabin shakes with us, dust sifting down, but nothing can touch the cocoon of heat and madness we’ve built. His darkness pours into me, and mine rises to meet it.
I don’t even care if the whole damn cabin collapses around us. I just need him inside me, possessive and ownership burning in his dark eyes.
“You’re my world,” he rasps, pumping into me. “My life. My fucking soul mate. My every damn thing.”
His words have me clinging to him, my pussy squeezing him like a vice. I nod, sweat trickling down my forehead. “You’re everything, my monster.”
We break together, and it’s not just release—it’s obliteration. My scream mingles with his guttural roar, a symphony of pain turned into pleasure, survival twisted into something feral and sacred.
After, he doesn’t move right away. He collapses half on top of me, his chest heaving, forehead pressed to mine. His voice is shredded when he whispers, “You’re everything. My calm. My storm. My forever.”
Tears burn hot in my eyes. I cup his cheek, forcing him to see me, to believe me. “I love you, Micah. Including the monster in you.”
He shudders, a raw sound tearing from his chest, and kisses me again—slow this time, as if the violence has bled out and all that’s left is need.
In that broken cabin, on Halloween night, with the mask in the pocket of his pants discarded on the floor, I realize the truth. We didn’t just escape Black Hollow.
We became something worse.
Something better.
Monsters in love.
CHAPTER 48
Katana
The cabin smellslike smoke and sweat, the faint rot of old wood, and us. My body aches everywhere, inside and out, but it’s the best ache I’ve ever known. My legs are tangled with his, our skin sticking where blood and sweat dried overnight.
