Page 17 of Fleeing from the Monster

In her mind, she and her sister are thrown in prison, into a cell full of men with starving looks in their eyes. It makes my hand curl with rage, wishing I could reach into her mind and kill them all. Only briefly has she thought about her sister, but it was enough for me to know they'd tried to run, had been caught, and subsequently threatened to get Keri down here. That wasn't the only thing that enraged me, though, their treatment of her, and how they got her down to me. It was that Leah was my brother's Kayo's mate, to be claimed in next year's draft. If they'd done even a portion of what Keri's nightmare feared they had to Leah, he would lose his mind, and humans and monsters alike would know it.

A man begins approaching her in her nightmare, and she shoves Leah behind her to a corner. I can't watch this. I can't have my mate in my arms and let her feel this absolute dread. I lean over her, giving her shoulder a shake, and bring my mouth to her ear.

“It's okay, Keri,” I whisper.

She turns towards the voice in her nightmare. I smile at the comfort she takes from hearing it. Then, it all changes, her nightmare becoming a dream. She’s in her house with her hand between her thighs, making my eyes widen at the sudden and unexpected shift. My mind goes right back to my very hard cock, poking into her stomach right now. And even that bit of pressure is making it hard to control myself.

I settle back into the bed, watching her dream play out, her eyes closed, hands moving faster and faster between her clenched thighs. Low moans spill over her lips, and I groan, too, wanting to reach down and sink into her wetness again. She suddenly moves, turning in my hold until her back is to me. I tighten my hold on her, but there's no need. She moves back so she's tight against me without any help from me. If only she could see that her body already knows it's mine. Now, I just need her heart to realize it too.

Her back arches, a deep sigh leaving her while she rubs her clit in her dream. My cock nudges her ass, her movements making her rub against it. I tell myself to have patience, to wait for her to wake up, to wait for some of her soreness to fade, to wait until she's done denying how much she wants me to herself. But then another moan escapes her, and a growl rips out of me. It wakes her. I should feel guilty for that, but I don't. Not when now it means I can seduce her.

She's confused, her eyes peering through the darkness to figure out where the hell she is, why there's heat and hardness at her back, and what is grinding against her—

Her thoughts cut off as memories of the last few hours, all of yesterday, flood her mind. Right as that fear and anger both begin to build again in equal measures, I bring my lips to her neck. She goes utterly still.

“You’re awake, my Keri,” I murmur.

She's the one growling now, as she reaches her hands over her head, and grabs onto my hair with a painful grip.

“I am not yours.”

My scalp stings, but I just arch forward, rubbing my cock harder against her.

“Must we keep playing these games?” I ask, licking her ear. She shivers against me, her grip loosening in my hair, but I can tell she doesn't even notice. Her mind is full of memories of the pleasure I bring her. Her body tells her to let me give it to her again, her mind demands she deny her own needs, and me.

“Did you hold me all night?” she questions.

“I did. I will continue to, every night.”

Every night?In her mind, the question is a whisper.

Damn it. I shouldn't have said that. She's not supposed to know that there's a time beyond the here and now. So, I do what I know will distract her, what I’ve been dying to do since before she woke up, anyway. I slide my hand to her thigh, moving it inward, until my fingers wrap around her inner thigh and pull it away from the other. I settle my own thigh between hers, so she can't close them again, as I'm sure she'll try to. She feels the need to fight me and herself at every turn. I understand the events in her life that have shaped her mindset that way. I hate those events as much I hate that she sees me as someone she needs to fight. But I have to remind myself, right now, I'm nothing but a monster to her.

And I am a monster, but I'm hers.

I only need to move a few inches and it's not just my thigh between hers, but my cock moves there too. She notices immediately, cursing me both in her mind and with her lips, but those curses don't stop her from circling her hips. She's wet already, the warmth of it covering my cock in seconds. Her hold on my hair tightens again, but this time, it’s to pull me closer. She turns her head over her shoulder, seeking my mouth, but at the last moment, she chides herself for wanting it. Just as her head begins to turn back around, I grip her chin, slamming my mouth down on hers. I feel her relief at me being the one to do it. It's easier, in her mind, for her to give in to what I do to her than for her to initiate it. I don’t mind, knowing, hoping, there’ll come a day when she can freely show me how much she desires me, too. For now, I have no problem sliding my tongue into her mouth at the same time that I move my hips forward, sliding my cock through her other lips. She moans into my mouth, arching her back and rubbing her glorious ass on me. I could worship her round, full ass for days, if she'd only let me. The thoughts I have of what I want to do to her ass…they're filthy and all so, so tempting.

As she begins moving on me faster, the sounds of her wetness filling the otherwise silent cavern, I bring my hands to her breasts, cupping both, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. Then, cautiously, with more trepidation than I would like to admit, I bring up another part of me. My tail moves soundlessly through the air, connecting with her ribs before moving down towards her hip. She freezes in my hold.

“What. Is. That?”

I hope she doesn't hear my swallow of nerves before I answer, “My tail.”

I am both afraid and anxious to hear her thoughts. Will she find it disgusting? Horrifying? Will she—

My frantic thoughts cut off at finally hearing her mind. She's…aroused by my tail. She's thinking of how soft it is, then one of her hands leaves my hair to settle on my tail. I don't even bother to suppress the shiver that races through me when she wraps her fingers around it. She brings her fingers to the tip of it, rounded and smooth, and then down my tail, until she can't reach around any longer. As she moves her hand back up it, I flick the end against her stomach and get a shiver of hers in return for the one she tore from me.

Then, she's moving again, her pussy sliding on my cock, back arching so her breasts press into my hands. The hand still in my hair pulls tighter as her tongue licks mine. I devour her mouth as she moans on my tongue, her hips bucking in front of me. My hand leaves her breast, and my tail comes up to it instead while my fingers roughly drag down her skin to her pussy. She gasps when I brush my fingers over her clit, then I'm pulling my hips back so I can bring the tip of my cock to her opening.

I enter her slowly, savoring her warmth, her tightness, and the way her muscles convulse around me. Her mouth breaks away from mine, a breathy sigh leaving it when the last of me slides into her. I stay there for a moment, taking stock of all of it. Her pussy around me, her ass against me, hand in my hair, breast in my hand, and her thoughts, begging for me to move, to fuck her wildly. So, I do, bringing my hips back and driving into her. She arches to meet me again and again as I pound into her. Her sounds seem to echo in my mind, promising me a lifetime of them, urging me to fuck her harder so she will make them louder.

My tail moves of its own accord. Unlike last night when I made sure to keep it in check, not wanting to scare her, my tail moves freely now. As I stroke into her, it rubs against the side of neck, trails between her breasts, feels the twitching muscles of her stomach. I lift her thigh higher, thrusting deeper into her, groaning at her pussy spasming around me.

“Faster,” she pants. “Please. I'm so close.”

I know she is. Even if her thoughts weren't telling me so, her thigh is shaking in my hand, her heart thundering when my tail passes over it, her sounds shaky and desperate.

“Aren't you ready for your cum to soak my cock, my Keri?”

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