Page 31 of Fated to Monsters

Fuck. I can’t bethishorny and near her naked body at the same time. It’s one thing to be around her when I have a bit more self-control, but now I worry I won’t have the same level of restraint.

Wren strolls over, the water sprinkling her as she approaches, the droplets beading on her breasts and running down her perfect fucking body. Taut, petite, subtle round edges. Her dark eyes meet mine, her lust-filled gaze fueling my erection that much more.

“What are you doing?” I ask her, my jaw tense.

“Whatever I want.” She reaches for my cock, sliding her hand beside mine.

“Wren,” I breathe.

“Do you want me?”

I swallow and fight every carnal desire I have to throw her against the wall and fuck her with a force that might kill us both.

“You know I do,” I tell her the truth.

"Then if a climax is what you so desperately need, allow me to give it to you." She drops down onto her knees, her doe eyes staring up at me through her thick lashes.

Fuck, I’m a goner.

She licks her lips, her gaze leaving mine and settling on my cock that’s only inches from her pretty little mouth. Wren strokes my length and positions it at the edge of her lips, the heat from her breath alone sends a wave of pleasure through me.

“Angels, Birdie.” I grip the base of my shaft and shove into her, the warmth consuming me instantly.

Wren widens herself for me, cupping her tongue and allowing me to go deeper. Water pelts her face but she doesn’t seem bothered as she focuses solely on my cock in her mouth. She grabs the backs of my legs, pulling me toward her, a silent permission to give her more.

I try to hold back, to control myself, but it becomes more difficult with every second I’m inside of her.

My hand weaves its way through her hair, gripping her skull and holding her in place. I rock my hips, fucking her harder.

Wren digs her hands in and pushes back to free herself, and I fear that I may have taken things too far. My erection softens at the immediate and unfamiliar concern.

She looks up at me. “Plug my nose.”

“What?” I blink at her.

“Plug my fucking nose. Water keeps splashing me and it’s distracting.” She strokes my cock.

“You won’t be able to breathe.”

“I’d rather die from asphyxiation than drown.” She latches onto me tighter and pulls me toward her. “Do it, Bo.”

I comply, pinching her nose between my fingers as she takes me into her hungry mouth.

“Fuck,” I moan and slide myself deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

She keeps me there, in the depths of what she’s able to take of me, and meets my gaze. Wren bobs her head in her attempt to consume more, not daring to come up for a breath, yet her lifeforce becomes swallowing every inch of me she can muster.

I grow harder and my inhibitions lower as a side of me that I beg to keep hidden rises to the surface. Releasing her nose for a second, I return my hold and use my other hand to grab the back of her head and fuck her gorgeous face.

Her moans vibrate against my shaft, and my climax builds.

I blow deep inside of her throat, refusing to pull out and allow her the breath I’m sure she desperately needs. I grunt through the pleasure and accidentally shift, my demon side taking over my more human-like nature—my cock included. Small barbs poke out, sinking their way into her mouth like a bunch of tiny bee stings, only the stingers stay in place and keep her there, her blood rolling down her throat with my orgasm. I thrust one last time and force my demon side to return to its hidden capacity and pull out of her.

She gasps and wipes at her bottom lip, not at all fazed by what just happened.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, tilting her head up toward me.

Wren nods. “Yeah, what the hell was that?”

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