Page 101 of Monster's Obsession

CHAPTER 22

BLAKE

It was a month after everything had happened. And today was finally the gathering Creed had threatened me with weeks ago, where all of the leaders of the other major cities and Shadowburn would be coming to meet Wyld’s new queen.

Me.

At first, I felt weird adopting the “Queen” title, especially considering how evil the last one had been, but then Creed had put a crown on me and fucked me within an inch of my life…and I began to think differently.

Okay, that was a lie, but all of my monsters had been showing me the influence I could have on the city, outside of the feeding I provided, and slowly, I was beginning to change my mind about it.

"You look beautiful, Pet,” Creed growled, barging into my room as usual. Not that one of them wasn’t always in the room with me. I’m not even sure why we called it “mine” at this point.

I was wearingthe dress, and wearing it felt like I’d officially left my human upbringing behind. You could see everything… And I meant everything. I was going to feel awkward all day, but Ash and Steele had assured me that Creed wasn’t being an asshole, and the dress was ceremonial and what the other leaders would expect.

So there I was, wearing a see-through gown with a gorgeous silver crown perched on my head with blue stones bigger than my eyes scattered throughout it.

"I'm nervous,” I blurted out.

"Blake, you’ve been going over everything with Ash for the last month," he reminded me.

I nodded, thinking of all the sessions we’d had where he'd walked me through court behavior. It was a lot. Evidently, there was a lot more to being a queen besides fucking.

"You know, I think you need a stress reliever," he mused, stalking towards me, his eyes glued on mine in the mirror I was standing in front of.

"You have Xanax?" I joked, and he smirked, his golden eyes happy and free. Solving the city’s inability to eat had taken a huge stress off of his shoulders. And while he was still a crazy, possessive bastard, there was a happiness to him that had never been there before.

"I think I have something better," he growled roughly as his chest hit my back and his clawed hands settled on my hips.

Oh…I immediately realized what he was referring to.

"Not happening," I hissed, trying to take a step away, but his claws pinned me in place.

"Creed!” I couldn’t go out there, in this dress, and have every monster in the room be able to…smell me.

He chuckled darkly, his tail whipping back and forth behind him as if it was excited too.

He buried his face in my neck, and I watched in the mirror as he took a deep inhale.

"Creed,” I panted again as his fingers moved the dress up, until my pussy was completely bared to him. He stroked his finger through my folds teasingly, and of course, when he moved his finger away, it was glistening with my cum.

My breaths were coming out in gasps as I watched him.

I mean, theyweregoing to see everything. What would it matter if they knew I was well taken care of bymymonsters?

I’d obviously gone mad.

"Let your king serve his queen,” he murmured, as he slid his fingers into his mouth, my gaze locked with his golden ones in the mirror. He groaned, like he hadn't tasted me a million times before. I thought he would continue what he'd been doing, but Creed shocked me when he slid around my front and dropped down to his knees, moving me so that we were sideways to the mirror, and we both could see everything.

It was beyond arousing, seeing him lower himself to the ground in front of me and seeing him in the mirror as well.

He admired my bare skin for a minute. "Such a beautiful, perfect pussy," he growled, separating the folds with his finger so my clit was visible, the cool air brushing against it.

I purred, and he grinned, wearing that familiar sharp-toothed smirk that drove me wild. He continued to examine me, which only made me hotter, before finally leaning forward and flicking his tongue against it. I bit down on my lip, trying to hold in the scream pressing at my lips in case there were guests nearby.

Creed growled when he saw what I was doing.

“Give it to me, Blake. I want to hear your perfect cries."

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