Page 16 of Monster's Obsession

“Shhh, little poison. It’s only me,” he whispered. Shadows curled in my vision, and I thought I was passing out for a moment…before realizing that it was him. It was his shadows pushing into my ass in the perfect mimicry of his thrusting cock.

I was sobbing by this point. There was so much pressure. His fucks were desperate and hungry.

They were not the fucks of someone who didn’t care at all. Who was just getting his rocks off before he dumped my body into lava or something like that….

I was catapulting off the edge—finally—the starlight ceiling of the cave multiplying as sparks filled my vision. This was the hardest I think I’d ever cum.

“Maybe I would miss the sounds you make,” he rumbled before his tongue went back to laving at my nipple.

His shadow dick and his cock were working in sync, pressing in at exactly the same time. Sharp pleasure emanated through me with every hard thrust. My hands were holding his horns like a lifeline, like they were the only things keeping me tethered to the earth.

His sharp incisor teeth bit at my skin, pinpricks of pain just like his claws. And then blood was running down the front of me as well.

And still, he continued to move, his tail loosening like he could read my fucking mind, catching me right before I passed out.

“Maybe I would miss you too much, little poison,” he finally whispered as he came with a loud roar that echoed around the cave, bits of rock falling around us.

And then his tail strangled me, and this time it didn’t let up.

As the word faded around me…even as I came one last time, I thought I heard him murmur to me…

“Forget.”

CHAPTER 4

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“This way.” Tempest grabbed my hand to guide me across a thin, rickety bridge. It stretched out between two towering buildings that could easily be mistaken for alien pods from a movie. Though the monster realm of Wyld might as well be fiction considering that such a place shouldn’t exist.

And yet, there I was, living amongst monsters, falling head over heels for them too.

We’d been walking for ages through the city, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember where we’d come from or what I’d done beforehand. Was it strange that I’d forgotten? Everything felt foggy in my head.

I kept glancing over my shoulder at the lofty towers, the endless bridges that connected every building like the veins in a body, keeping everything together. And that strange feeling sat on my mind that I’d forgotten something important.

When the bridge wobbled beneath me, I released a small squeak, my hand desperately seeking Tempest’s. We walked on metal panels linked together by chains that were only three feet wide, and they made a terrible racket. The surface was rough though, like someone had glued sandpaper to it, which my feet gripped onto, thank goodness.

Tempest’s large hand slid across my lower back, stealing my attention, drawing me to stand in front of him. “Keep walking. We’re already halfway across the bridge.”

I blinked at him over my shoulder. There was something strange about Tempest—the times I’d spent with him in the past tended to result in him growling at me, making it clear he didn’t love my company. So why was he being helpful now?

Had the world gone topsy turvy, or was this another of my crazed sex-induced dreams and we were about to have incredible sex while hanging from this bridge? Did I mention things felt fuzzy in my head?

With a nudge of his hands at my waist, we were moving forward once more on a bridge that had me feeling like we were in a circus walking a tightrope.

A few wrong steps and I’d fall over the edge to where the drop went on forever. The faint orange glow far below us was the lava the city has been built over. And the longer I stared down there, the harder my heart pounded and my feet slowed.

“What if we fall? And why in the world doesn’t this stupid bridge have a railing? Oh my god, why are we on this bridge and where did we come from? I feel so lost.” A manic sensation came over me, fear of falling, or was it feeling lost, all culminating into a huge ball of me freaking out.

Tempest, his breath feather soft on my cheek, whispered, “In Wyld, it’s said that fear is an indicator that you’re about to do something really brave.”

His words played on my mind because it wasn’t something I’d ever expect to hear from him.

“Now, get moving.”

Exhaling deeply, I tried to embrace the confidence in myself, which I clearly lacked in that moment. “Just so you know, I’m not a giant fan of heights at the best of times, and nothing you’ve said is calming me down. But being carried might be my new favorite thing in the world.” My words were on fast-forward while sweat dripped down my back.

His chuckle only irritated me. I’d made it out this far across the bridge before I came to my senses. What was another fifteen feet forward?

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