Page 18 of Monster Mate

“My poor queen,” he murmured teasingly, tracing his tongue over her lower lip while his tail continued stroking her clit, “So wet and needy. Will you let me take care of you now?”

She almost sobbed. “Yes. Oh, please, yes.”

His pleased hum gave her a full-body tingle. “Good girl.”

New kink unlocked. She’d never been called a good girl in her life, and now, all of a sudden, she’d do anything to be called a good girl again.

Anything.

That’s probably why it didn’t give her a second’s pause when he let go of her hair and slid his giant hand into her pants. The wicked black talons on the ends of his fingers could’ve shredded her delicate skin if he wanted to. But since he was obviously an expert with his hands, her skin was safe. And the way the talons curved…

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as he thrust two fingers into her, the tips of his talons expertly rubbing her G-spot while his tail never ceased its assault on her clit.

One, two, three thrusts. That’s all it took. She came harder than she’d ever come in her life, screaming his name until her throat was raw.

Her knees gave out when he eased his fingers out of her and licked them clean. “Mmm. You taste like…”

“What?” she prompted, still a little breathless.

“Mine,” he practically purred against her lips as he gave her breast another firm squeeze.

Words escaped her. Any other time, she would’ve argued with him. Roxie Rowe didn’t belong to anyone.

But he’d just played her body like she was a finely tuned instrument that he alone had mastered. She’d never come that hard or that quickly in her life. Could there really be something to his claim that they were soul mates?

Maybe more testing was needed.

Slowly sinking to her knees, she had every intention of shredding his sweatpants with her teeth and seeing how far she could take that giant cock of his down her throat when Winston wandered in, wearing nothing but yesterday’s boxer briefs and a pair of black knee socks, scratching his belly.

“Don’t mind me,” he snarked, then belched. “Continue fornicating against the counter...where we cook and prepare food. I’m sure it’s perfectly sanitary.”

And with that, he filled his coffee cup before wandering back toward the pool area, Waldo trotting along after him happily.

“Timing, Winston,” she yelled after him. “Yours could be better!”

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said.”

CHAPTER 12

They didn’t talk about the kiss—or the orgasm—immediately after.

Roxie had very quickly excused herself to take a shower, (he’d excused himself to jack off in his own shower…but that was another story entirely) and they went about their day.

Riordan wanted to ask her what it all meant to her. To him, it solidified everything he already knew.

She was his, and more importantly, he was hers.

But what about her? Was it merely an impulse? An itch that needed to be scratched? A way to thank him for giving her a place to stay?

He really hoped it wasn’t any of those options. A kiss that good, that right, had to mean something more, didn’t it?

And that was a question he apparently didn’t have the balls to ask. Not right away, at least.

She didn’t seem anxious to address it, either. So, he let her avoid the subject while he tried his hardest to put the sweet taste of her out of his mind.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t working.

Not. At. All.

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