Page 46 of Monster Mansion

I batted my eyelashes and brought my hands up to my breasts, cupping them seductively.

“You want me, Ruse?” I asked as I bit my bottom lip.

The shifter’s entire body stiffened, and the muscles that ran across the top of his back and over his shoulders seemed to bulge. He nodded his head with restraint, like any extra movement from him would unleash hell. I lifted my upper body off the ground just enough to reach back and unsnap my dainty bralette, letting my chest be freely exposed to him. The cold of the tile and the air conditioning running through the bathroom made my nipples stand on edge, and I watched the shifter’s gaze drop to them, his mouth agape.

“This is my second time seeing you topless and laid out before me, and it’s even better than the first,” Ruse said as he lowered himself on top of me and ran his tongue up my stomach and between my breasts. Both of his hands traveled up and pushed them against either side of his face as he turned slightly and bit down. When he removed his face, I was left with a perfectly round wolfish bite mark.

“You’re even sexier with blood caked all over your face,” he said with a sideways sneer.

My body continued to fall for him, even as my mind stayed suspicious. I couldn’t control myself. As angry as I was that he’d tricked me on the couch, tormented me, chased me down the hall, and pounced on me, I still couldn’t deny how badly I wanted him. He had made me come twice while pretending to be someone else. I wondered what he was capable of if he was given the freedom to let loose.

He was still sitting on my thighs, so I raised my upper body to meet his. If I was going to try to breakhim, I needed to be more assertive, so I took his face in both my hands and pulled it to mine. Before he could make some smart-ass remark, I pressed my lips to his and forced his mouth open with my tongue. We kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouths. His tongue shifted into a tentacle just like I had felt that night on the couch, and he teased me as he hovered just at the start of my throat. My eyes watered as he nearly choked me, and he quickly backed off as I began to gag. As we kissed, my hands found their way around to his back, and I dragged my nails down his skin, hoping to leave behind red scratches, marking him the same way he’d marked me with his bite.

I was already committed to doing this with him, so I was going to do it right and take him for all he had.The scariest motherfucker in the mansion, I reminded myself. He hissed, and his eyes rolled against the feeling of my nails digging into his skin. Finally, after holding me down with his weight for what felt like forever, he rose to his feet, and I finally got to see what he had been keeping from me as his hands dropped to his side.

I rubbed my eyes to be certain that the sight wasn’t a trick of my eyes or my imagination. Ruse’s member was still, at its core, identifiable as such, but it was so much more than any human male sex organ I had seen in real life or on television. It was big enough that one of my hands wouldn’t be able to wrap around it, and it was almost metallic, with glimmering snakelike scales that shimmered with reds and oranges. A line of small bumps and ridges ran down the top of it, stopping firmly at Ruse’s abdomen. The head of it narrowed into a rounded point at the end and curled up ever so slightly. I could feel a quiver creep over me as I imagined how it would feel inside of me.

“What are you waiting for, human?” Ruse asked in a devilish tone. “Get on your knees.”

There was something about his demanding presence that made it easy for me to obey. I never took my eyes off of him as I repositioned myself politely on my knees before him. I took his monstrous cock in my hand and—

“Oh, my god,” I gasped, just as I realized there wasn’t just one gorgeous, scaly member between his legs. A second one, about two-thirds the size of the first, hung just underneath the larger one.

Ruse began to snicker as I came to the realization.

“You like it,” he said with a hint of darkness. “I can tell you’re already thinking all sorts of filthy freakish thoughts.”

My free hand reached down under my shorts to touch myself because Ruse wasn’t wrong, not even in the slightest.

“So what if I am?” I said seductively. “I know you want me back. You went out of your way to taste me, risked getting in trouble with Nox to please me.”

Ruse’s cock pulsed in my hand, confirming my suspicions. I leaned forward and placed just the tip of his gleaming sex against my tongue. My nose and head were still sore from both my falls earlier, so I took things slow as I covered Ruse’s larger member with my own saliva and began to pump steadily. My other hand gently swirled around my clit and dipped just barely into my entrance so I could use my own wetness on Ruse’s other, slightly smaller member.

He roared out in pleasure, and I could feel his shadow growing taller above me. I looked up and saw that everything above his chest had turned into a polar bear, but he was still trying to keep himself together. I wanted him unleashed, feral, to want to split me apart, and I wanted to stop him in his tracks by rolling with every move he made. If just the feel of my hands was forcing him to shift and change, I wondered what my mouth could do.

Holding his larger half up, because I knew even if Iwasn’tinjured, I wasn’t going to be able to open my mouth wide enough to swallow it, I kissed down the length of his other member before running my tongue back up to the tip and taking him all in my mouth as deep as I could. Ruse immediately bucked into my throat as I held his larger half with both hands and continued pumping. He nearly knocked me backward with his thrusts, but much to my surprise, he caught me before I could truly tumble anywhere.

I was gagged with my mouth full of Ruse, taking my breaths in a calculated rhythm and enjoying every grateful moan that emitted out of the bloodthirsty shifter above me. As glad as I was that he was enjoying himself, I needed more. My loins were throbbing in pleasant agony as I craved his touch, no matter how rough he may be.

Deciding he’d had enough until I could get my own, I pulled my mouth and hands away from him and rose to my feet in front of him on shaky legs. Ruse must have seen the challenge in my eyes because he took a step forward and spun me around so he stood behind me.

“March,” he demanded as both of his stiff members poked my behind that was still scantily clad in the little shorts I’d worn for yoga.

Ruse directed me to the oversized stand-up shower.

“Don’t go in, yet. Strip.” he said as my hand reached for the handle of the glass door.

Without missing a beat, I bent down to remove my shorts and panties that were soaked with the evidence of my desire. As I was bent over, I felt the rough sensation of a polar bear nose nuzzling against my ass, and he nudged me into the shower as I shot back upright and pulled the door open.

The shower on its own was almost like a little room. Two shower heads were on either size of the glass box, and a luxurious shower bench ran along the entire back wall, with a chaise-style kickout in the center.

Ruse smacked me on the ass as he entered behind me and gestured to the bench kickout in the center of the shower. “Bend over.”

Once again, I obeyed, leaning forward to rest my elbows on the bench itself as my ass stuck out backward. I tried my best to make it into a more attractive pose, but Ruse came over to correct my positioning.

He pulled my hips up and back to straighten my spine, pressed down on my shoulders to create a perfect line I could see in my reflection on the glass walls, and kicked my legs apart.

“Perfect,” he mused as he ran a finger, human this time as far as I could tell, clean up my center. The cool tile of the shower bench felt great against my face, and the one single touch from Ruse sent shivers down my spine.

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