Page 20 of Monster's Obsession

Ash frowned. He was in his human form today, I think to be a comfort to me because he could sense I was nervous about visiting the new monster mother. But I found myself wondering if I could ask him to turn back into his other form.

He was terrifying…and I’d come to find it very sexy.

“I don’t think I’m familiar with the ‘praying mantis,’ he mused. “Creed?”

“Isn’t it that the bug that eats the head off its mate after they fuck?” offered Creed, turning his attention from a pack of small devil-looking monsters that were doing some sort of synchronized dance.

I snorted. “That would be the random bug fact you know….but yes. It’s that one.”

Creed searched the monsters around us until he found the one still…peeing. “Mmmh. That’s aqualime.Disgusting things. But they’re fun to party with.”

“Please tell me allowing someone to pee on me isn’t some weird kind of ritual here I’m expected to participate in someday soon,” I drawled, shivering at the thought.

“I’ll take whatever you can give me, baby,” joked Ash…or at least I thought he was joking.

I hoped.

Ash let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I’ll protect you from the big badqualime.” He brushed a kiss across my forehead, and I shivered at the way the tender move made my heart flay open and bleed.

I was feeling too much.

That wasn’t what this was.

That wasn’t what this was ever going to be.

A flicker of a dream…or memory ran through my head, of moments where I’d wished for more during all the orgasms.

Sometimes it felt like Ash wanted more.

“Rachidra’s home is right up there,” announced Tempest, pointing to a scraggly black tower stretching towards the blood-soaked sky. Dark crimson banners with a gold ball symbol were sticking out of the walls all the way to the top.

“Fertility banners,” murmured Seven, awe in his gaze as he stared up at them. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen those.”

There was a reverence to all of their demeanors that grew as we approached the entrance. The monsters gathered around this tower were also quieter and more respectful than their counterparts we had passed on our walk earlier.

I froze. “What if they ask me to hold it?” I whispered frantically, tugging on the front of his shirt.

“Ask you to hold the baby?”

“Yes,” I practically screeched, prompting a weathered rock-looking monster to make something that resembled a shushing sound, like I’d wake the baby inside.

“Then you hold it…” Ash answered, his forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Is there any special way I’m supposed to do it?”

Ash was gently moving me forward as I freaked out, and we were now at the immense, onyx-colored door that led into the tower. The same gold symbol had been painted on the middle of the door.

“You just hold it,” he offered…unhelpfully as Tempest raised his hand to bang on the door. Before his fist could even touch the door, it was flying open, and there was the closest thing to a cyclops I’d seen in Wyld standing there in the doorway, staring worshipfully at my...the monsters around me.

He was a dark forest green color with a large emerald eye taking up the majority of his bald, perfectly round head. The eye was beautiful, with at least five different shades of green in it and long dark eyelashes that would make any human woman weak with envy.

I was definitely envious.

He murmured something softly in a language I didn’t understand. Creed and the others all said a single word back to him that sounded like “asham.”

Then his gaze blinked to me. His eye widened…and tears began to stream down his face, so copious that they completely soaked the brown robe he was wearing. “We are so honored,” he sputtered through his tears.

I shot a panicked look at Ash, wondering what I was supposed to do, but he just squeezed my waist…again, unhelpfully.

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