Page 11 of Monstrous Heat
I strained against his grip, trying to lift my hips. Move his mouth up to where I wanted.
He lifted his head a little, peering up at me with lazy, hungry eyes. Predator eyes. Stalking me again. Taking his time before he set in for the feast.
Taking what he wanted.
A cry escaped my lips. A soft, fragile sound that he evidently loved. His tongue speared me, licking inside as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste. I quivered, unable to lie still. I fisted my hands in the sheets, trying not to cry out again, but it was a losing battle. I bit my lip and another moan escaped.
He made another broad pass with his tongue, circling his head to cover as much of my pussy as possible. Reward. For my sounds. I got it now.
I’d never been very loud in the bedroom before. Partly my personality, my nature, but mostly due to my inherent sense of self preservation. Especially against strange men that I didn’t know very well.
Like this man with the weird name who had freaky red eyes and made scary sounds.
He wasn’t human. Which should have made it even more difficult for me to let down my defenses and trust him. But somehow, it made it easier. He wasn’t like any other man I’d ever known. How he could be so huge and strong and terrifying—yet also careful and considerate at the same time. He could have hurt me. Badly.
Yet all he did was pin me down on his bed and lick my pussy until I wanted to sob.
If that was what it’d take to get his mouth on my clit, then I’d burst his eardrums. I wanted to come, yes, but I wanted to get him inside me. I wanted to feel him on top of me. Not holding me down for more torture.
I dropped the last of my reserves and sank into the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. The formidable strength of his fingers digging into my thighs, pushing me wider. The stroke of his tongue. I swore it was longer and thicker than any tongue had a right to be. My imagination? Or part of his alien abilities? I had no fucking clue but if his tongue felt so incredible, I could only imagine how good his cock would feel.
Deep, raw sounds escaped my throat. Part groan, part plea. More. Hurry. I couldn’t seem to find my voice to say the words. But he understood.
His lips closed around my clit, his tongue nudging up against it, holding me like a delicate candy against the roof of his mouth while he sucked.
I climaxed so hard that I was pretty sure that my soul left my body.
My head slammed down, every muscle clenched. I screamed so loudly the drug smugglers were probably all headed straight to our location. I tore at his shoulders, trying to get him to come up my body, but he only sucked harder. His teeth dug in around my clit, a delicious threat. The knowledge that he could bite a hunk out of me even without shifting to the monster with the razor-sharp teeth sent a sharp zing of adrenaline through me.
Which only ratcheted my climax higher.
He pressed a biting kiss to my inner thigh with enough pressure to leave teeth marks. It almost hurt too much—dancing down that fine line between pain and pleasure. He moved up my body, dropping more open-mouthed kisses. A brush of teeth. His tongue wrapped around my breast, hot and wet, rasping over my nipple. Every stroke of his tongue sent another shot of electricity rippling through my nerves all the way back down to my clit.
Another pulse of pleasure rocked through me. A ceaseless wave that rippled up through my body, arching my back. My eyes rolled back in my head. Or maybe I passed out a moment. He loomed over me, a towering mountain of muscle, but he cupped my nape in his palm, his fingers splayed in my hair.
“You still with me?” His voice was ragged and raw with strain. “Natalie?”
Words were beyond me, but I managed to focus on his eyes. Searing red. But I could almost read a pattern in the glow. Circles, lines, maybe rapid letters scrolling across the screen. Like a robot? Or a computer screen maybe. A machine.
Though nothing about him felt mechanical. Only hot, living flesh and bone and muscle flowing against me.
“Natalie?” he repeated. “Last chance. Stop me now. Once I’m inside you…”
Another wave of pleasure crested through me with his words. He wasn’t even inside me yet, but I couldn’t stop coming. Maybe it was his scent, filling my head and firing my blood like an aphrodisiac, though partly because he was still so concerned about making sure he still had my consent. That I was still okay. Hadn’t changed my mind. Even with a giant raging erection hovering at the ready.
One corner of my mouth quirked up and I managed to string words together. “I can touch your dick again…”
“Fuck.” He shuddered, his breath hissing out between his teeth. “I’m getting inside you this time.”
Gently setting my head back on the pillow, he reared back on his knees between my thighs, lifting my hips so my ass lay against the tops of his legs. Some of the haze cleared as I looked up at him. Measuring exactly how big that dick was up close and personal…
I didn’t change my mind—but I couldn’t help but tense up. My thighs quivered and trembled. I braced myself, holding my breath against what I feared might hurt. A lot.
He fisted his cock and rubbed the head up and down my slit. He didn’t try to get inside me yet. Slow and easy despite the way his breath sawed in and out of his chest, he rubbed his dick against all the wetness he’d generated, stroking my engorged flesh. Reminding me of exactly how good his tongue had felt. How hard I’d come just a few minutes ago.
So slick. He glided back and forth over my pussy with ease. Deep, molten heat spread through my groin. A tiny corner of my mind—that somehow managed to stay rational despite the sensual overload—wondered if he was leaking something on me. A natural lubricant. Pre-cum, maybe? Something that heated and primed me even more than his mouth had done.
My hips twitched up, deepening his stroke. Pushing my groin up against the smooth, steady glide of his dick. Inviting him inside.
