Page 72 of Fated to Monsters

My body gravitates toward him, a traitor to the early version of me who was trying to avoid the man who would rather abandon me. But it’s the furthest thing on my mind when he’s swirling his long, split tongue over my clit and dipping it into me.

I’ve never been one to shy away from a little action while on my cycle, but no one has ever practically begged to go down on me while I was actively bleeding.

And never in a million years did I think I would bethisturned on by it.

Bo grips the back of my legs and digs his fingers in. His claws prickle but do not quite penetrate my flesh. Only a small taste of the pain heightens my already rising pleasure.

I shouldn’t give in to him, but it’s hard when he’s this fucking tempting.

“Birdie,” he breathes against me. “I don’t think I can…” With my fingers weaved through his hair, he glances up at me in the dimly lit space. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I nearly pant in anticipation for him to keep going.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself.” He licks at his lips. “You taste…divine.”

“I trust you,” I tell him, the words surprising me probably more than they do him.

“You shouldn’t.”

“That isn’t going to stop me.”

Just when I think he might actually end things, he moves forward and presses his lips to mine. His tongue darts out, coating and swirling and tasting every drop of me. His fangs gently scrape my skin, and I do everything I can to remain upright and not melt into a puddle on the fucking floor.

“Angels,” I moan and spread myself wider to give him better access.

He slides my leg over his shoulder and cups my ass with his large hand, pulling me closer. Bo takes his hand and slides his finger along my soaked entrance.

With no warning, I climax the second he pushes into me, my orgasm rattling through me and shattering on his hungry mouth. I bite down on my lip to suppress my moans as he laps me up.

He keeps going, long after the tremors have stopped. Bo shoves another finger inside of me, the width of him spreading me open. My core tightens and my pleasure builds under his influence again.

He rocks himself deeper inside of me and tilts his grasp up, hitting me in just the right spot to send sparks flying in my eyes. I whimper and thrust my hips against him.

Heat swells between my legs, and I can no longer withstand the sudden urge to come yet another time. It’s no surprise that I’m hornier than usual when I’m on my cycle, but Bo seems to know his way around my body better than I do.

Better than anyone else ever has.

How infuriating that it’s him, though, when he would rather leave than be with me.

Bo slows his movement and draws out his hand. He licks every bit of me off his fingers before rising to his feet, pulling my bottoms up on his way. He towers over me, his dark gaze melting into mine.

“I’m still mad at you,” I say.

“I know.”

“This doesn’t change anything.”

“I know.”

I want to yank him by the collar, pull him toward me, and kiss him, while also wanting to slap his face and shove him away. Both equally vying for my attention. But I do neither. Instead, I stand here, desperately wishing for things to be different. For him to see me for who I am and what I have to offer and accept that maybe the possibility of a future together is something worth fighting for. That will never happen though, and if I’ve learned anything from Bo, it’s that changing his mind once he’s made it is an impossible feat.

But considering we started out as complete enemies, maybe hope isn't entirely lost.

“You didn’t kill me,” I announce.

“I guess I have more control than I thought I did.” His tongue glides across his lips. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t want more, though.”

I recall the first moment we met. Bo had rushed toward me and sank his fangs into my neck, marking and solidifying our connection. I was lightheaded but a euphoric feeling coursed through me, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed that strange and unfamiliar sensation. There was something incredibly intimate about his fangs penetrating my flesh and my blood pooling in his mouth. I never understood the appeal of the blood sharing we were taught about in our training, but now, the attraction is very much there.

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