Page 24 of Monster Mate

“Where did they go?”

His brow furrowed. “Um…I don’t know, actually.”

She supposed it wasn’t fair to ask a man about logistics when he was at a naked woman’s feet with his face at nipple level.

Her thighs trembled as he slid his big, hot hands over them. He lifted his eyes to hers, and the raw need she saw in their fiery depths gave her pause. What if he figured out that she wasn’t as special as he thought she was? After he’d had her, would he still think she was his mate? His queen?

“I don’t know what I possibly could’ve done to deserve this kind of beauty.”

His voice was so full of wonder and awe that it brought a lump of emotion to her throat. No one had ever wanted her this much. That’s when the last of her insecurities vanished.

They were going to be amazing together.

“I’ve wanted to be right here,” he leaned in and traced a lazy pattern up her inner thigh, “since I first tasted you.”

She could barely hear him over the pounding of her pulse. If he didn’t put his mouth on her soon, she might actually die.

But she didn’t. She survived, but not quietly. The scream she let out when his tongue stroked up her center and over her clit could probably be heard all over town.

Roxie grabbed his horns and held on for dear life. She wasn’t sure if she was holding on to keep herself upright, to keep his head in place, or some combination of the two. But she’d never been more grateful for those horns than she was in this exact moment.

“Again,” he said, his voice dark and guttural. “Scream for me again.”

She hated following orders. Always had. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve resisted. But these were not normal circumstances, because when he slid two thick fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot with one talon while his tongue tormented her clit, she followed his orders like a natural-born good girl.

Every muscle in her body strained and tightened, and her hands gripped his horns so tight she could only hope they didn’t shatter under the pressure. Desperate, animalistic sounds she’d never made in her life fell from her lips, their pitch keeping perfect rhythm with the pace of his tongue and fingers.

Magic. That’s what he was. Dark, dirty, sinful magic. There was no other explanation for the complete command of her body he had at the moment.

He lifted his head just enough to look her in the eye, his tongue and fingers never stopping. The heat in his eyes weakened her knees.

Come. Now.

He didn’t say it, but she still heard it, loud and clear. And she would’ve. But her body was still stubbornly fighting for control.

His tail came up between their bodies and tweaked her nipple. Hard. The mix of pain and pleasure was all it took to break her. She came, long and hard, his name falling from her lips over and over again.

Her toes curled, her abs contracted, and her back arched as sweat beaded over her skin. She bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. And still the orgasm went on, the tremors wracking her mercilessly.

She lost her grip on his horns and flopped back on the mattress, her body as limp as a wrung-out dishrag. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

Riordan stood up and brushed the back of one hand over his mouth and sucked his fingers—the two that had been inside her—clean.

“That,” he growled, “was just the beginning. We’re nowhere near done.”

Fuuuccckkkk.

Her gaze dropped for a split second to his cock, which was the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever seen in her life.

Could she even survive everything he had planned for her?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But what a wonderful way to go…

* * *

Riordan had never felt more powerful in his life.

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