Monster Mate, page 7
“Sure. It can. But I’d like to think we’re both mature, responsible adults. If things get complicated, we stop.”
She bit her lower lip. “You think it’s as simple as that?”
He had to tear his gaze off that lush lip before he took a bite out of it himself. “I think it’s as simple—or as complicated—as we make it.”
“So, you think we could…”
She gasped when he shifted her weight so that her clit hit his cock a little more solidly. “We can fuck as much or as little as you want. I’ll deny you nothing. If you want to talk before, after, or during, I’ll follow your lead. And when you want me to take the lead, I will.”
She got very quiet and still after that. He immediately chastised himself. He’d pushed her too far. He shouldn’t have put such a lascivious emphasis on the word take. “I can’t tell what you’re thinking,” he admitted. “Have I offended or frightened you?”
Roxie gave him a slow headshake. “No. I was just wondering why we’re still sitting here with all our clothes on when we could be in your bed?”
There went all the blood from his brain again. Looks like they were back to 2.1 seconds. “Hang onto me,” he rasped, barely recognizing his own voice in the guttural noise he’d just made.
She could’ve grabbed his arms. Or his hands. Or, fuck, she could’ve grabbed his horns. But not his Roxie.
She met his gaze defiantly and grabbed hold of his cock. “Ready when you are,” she whispered.
Oh, my queen. We’ll see about that. We’ll see…
CHAPTER 15
One second, they were in the reading nook, fully clothed. The next, they were in Riordan’s bedroom, naked, with him kneeling in front of her.
She sputtered. “Where the…did you teleport my clothes off?”
“Yes,” he said distractedly, gripping her hips so hard she’d probably have bruises the next day.
“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.
Watching his mate, making her come apart in his arms, listening to her body and learning how to please her…it was everything.
If he died here and now, he’d die happy.
And pretty much only death would stop him at this point, because satisfying his mate was addictive.
He needed more.
She didn’t give him a chance to take control again, though. She shocked him by slithering off the edge of the bed and slipping to her knees before him.
Surely, she didn’t intend to…not with her tiny, human mouth…
But oh, she did. Roxie grabbed hold of his cock, tugged him toward her, and wrapped her lush, sinful lips around him.
A ragged hiss escaped him as he slid his hands into her hair and stared down at her. Her dark gaze met his as she sucked him into the back of her throat and cupped his balls in her hand.
“You’re killing me,” he choked out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder.
Her pleased hum tightened his balls and sent a shudder—an entirely pleasant one—down his spine. She was enjoying the control she had over him in that moment.
He wished he could let her keep it. But he was not going to come in her mouth, and he was very quickly losing the ability to stop that from happening. He gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go.
Her lips were shiny and wet as she blinked up at him. “Tell me you’re sure,” he said, barely recognizing the feral voice as his own.
“I’m sure.”
Thank fuck.
“I’m on birth control,” she added.
And since monsters couldn’t carry or spread human diseases, that meant he’d be fucking his mate with nothing between them.
If he lasted two minutes inside her, it’d be a miracle.
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
Oh, my queen. That’s the one thing I’m afraid I can’t do.
“Don’t worry, my love. We have all night.”
CHAPTER 16
All night? She wasn’t going to survive another second if he didn’t fuck her soon.
She was done waiting.
But when she reached for him, he flipped her so that she was bent over the foot of the bed and bound her hands together at the wrist over her head with his tail.
“No touching.”
She sputtered, struggling against his hold. “But…but…”
Whatever she was going to say next was lost forever when he slid his fingers over her slick flesh. “You might not accept me as your mate yet, and that’s fine. But this cunt…um…yes…this fucking gorgeous cunt is mine now.”
Who knew she was into dirty talk? Not her. But given the inarticulate, needy noise she’d just let out, she was totally into it.
He wrapped his big body around hers and licked a path up her spine. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”
Her stomach muscles clenched. “It’s yours,” she said on a breathy gasp.
“You’re goddamned right it is.”
Riordan slid into her slowly, inch by glorious inch. So, so many inches. Her fears of not being able to accommodate his size were completely unfounded, probably because of the amount of prep work he’d done. It truly was as if they’d been made for each other.
When he finally bottomed out, she’d never felt so full in her life. “Oh, God, yes,” she panted into the mattress.
His muscles tightened and his breath hitched. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
On that, they could agree. Being pinned to the bed by his weight, hands bound over her head, legs open nearly to the point of pain, filled by the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever seen…yep. She’d never felt this good in her life.
Until he started to move, that is.
He moved slowly at first, in long, hard strokes—in and out, in and out—then faster, until he gripped her hips and tipped them back so that he could go even deeper. She arched back against him, silently letting him know she could take more.
No, she needed to take more.
And he gave it to her. All she could do was lay there and tighten her inner muscles around him as he pounded into her, over and over again, hitting a spot—aw, God, yes, there!—that made her toes curl, her body clench, and forced every thought out of her head until she was nothing but a sobbing, moaning puddle of need that was completely his to command.
“Don’t stop!” she cried. “I’m so close.”
But she had nothing to worry about. He showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
He let out a string of harsh words in a language she didn’t recognize and just went harder and faster. The iron bedframe banged against the wall with his every thrust, but she barely heard it over the sound of her own harsh breathing.
She came so hard her vision blurred and she felt light-headed. Her entire body clenched and she let out a moan so long and loud she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop.
And he didn’t stop, either. He rode her hard through each and every wave of her orgasm, slamming into her again and again.
“Again,” he demanded on a feral growl.
“I can’t!” she sobbed.
“You will.”
He reached around and slid his thumb firmly over her clit and proved her wrong with nothing more than two strokes. Turns out she could—and did—come again.
She assumed he’d come then. But he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out, flipped her to her back with his tail still firmly binding her wrists above her head, and plunged back into her again…and again…and again. He bent down and gave one of her nipples a sharp nip before covering both breasts with his big hands and squeezing. Hard.
She was so shocked—and turned on—by the display of aggression from her otherwise gentle giant that a surprise orgasm hit her out of the blue.
Ultimately, that’s what finally pushed him over the edge.
Riordan buried his face between her breasts and came with a possessive growl that damn near made her come again, but she was pretty sure she couldn’t. She was too dehydrated.
They stayed that way for what could’ve been minutes or days, sweat cooling on their skin. It wasn’t until he let go of her hands and rolled them over so that she was sprawled across his chest that a terrible thought occurred to her.
“Um…how are you so good at that?” she asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer. “Were there…a lot of other women?”
He chuckled. “You’re the first, my queen.”
There was a record scratch in her brain. She raised her head just enough to look him in the eye to see if he was lying. “Seriously? You were a virgin? How is that even possible?”
He grimaced, looking a little embarrassed. “Where I’m from, sex is for breeding, not pleasure. And when I came here, it took me so long to acclimate that dating and sex were never a priority until I found you.”
“OK, but how are you so good at it?”
“I studied,” he said somewhat defensively.
She blinked down at him. “What the hell did you study? Porn?”
He grimaced. “I didn’t care for porn. The way the women were treated wasn’t…to my liking.”
“So, what did you study?”
“Anatomy texts and…romance novels.”
Another record scratch. “You learned how to fuck like a god…from romance novels?”
He had a deceptively innocent look on his face for someone who’d called her a good girl, bound her hands with his tail, and pounded her while he told her that her cunt belonged to him. “They’re very informative.”
Now that he mentioned it, he did have an impressive amount of romance novels in the library. Good ones, too. So, it all made a strange kind of sense.
The whole thing did make her wonder, though…
“Well,” she began casually, “what else did you learn from romance novels?”
His eyes darkened as he shot her an evil smile. “You’re ready for more?”
No. Maybe. Well… “Yes.”
She squealed in surprise when he grabbed her and hefted her up so that she straddled him. The squeal turned into a gasp/moan combo as he slid back into her. His tail tickled her backside in a spot no one had ever tickled before.
She might’ve objected…had always objected when anyone had suggested butt stuff in the past. Except that’s when he brushed his thumb over her clit and gave her the dirtiest grin she’d ever seen in her life.
She suddenly had the feeling he was about to ruin her for all other men. And monsters.
“Then hang on,” he said. “This could get rough.”
Well, when he put it that way…sure? Why the hell not.
“Bring it on.”
CHAPTER 17
An hour later, Roxie flopped down, limbs akimbo and completely limp, at Riordan’s side, struggling to catch her breath. When she finally regained her ability to, um, brain, she said, “I can’t believe we did that. Is that even legal?”
He gave a lazy, one-shoulder shrug. “The legality is probably…a gray area. And who cares? I’d do it again, regardless. You came.”
She came four times. And they’d sure as hell be doing it again. But still…damn. When Riordan said he’d studied romance novels, he’d really studied them. “Can I ask you a question? I mean a real one, not a sex one.”
He rolled over on his side to face her. “You can ask me anything. You know that.”
Yeah. She imagined after everything they’d been through (and everything they’d done…geez…they’d done a lot of kinky shit so far), there weren’t many topics that were off limits. “I’m curious—and I’m not saying I’m ready for anything yet—about what the mating bond entails?”
The flames in his eyes flared. “You’re asking what, if anything, changes between us once you accept my mating bond?”
“Well…yeah. Is there, like, a bite or something?”
He smirked at her. “Now it sounds like you’re the one who’s been studying romance novels. No, my queen, there is no mating bite. If you accept me as your mate, for the rest of our lives, all you need to do is tell me. I’ve already expressed my intentions, but where I’m from, it’s really all about the female’s vocal consent.”
Well, that sure was a pleasant change from the human world, wasn’t it? Maybe human men could learn a thing or two (or ten) from demons. “Then what?”
“As a mated pair, our emotional bond would match our physical bond, and we would share in each other’s genetic gifts.”
“OK, I’m going to need some clarification on that, because I’m fairly certain I don’t have any genetic gifts.”
Riordan idly ran one taloned fingertip up the length of her arm. “You definitely have genetic gifts. Your empathy—the care you show for the less fortunate—is a gift that I’ve seen in very few humans. And your strength. I wish you would’ve had an easier childhood, but the strength you developed is a gift you can pass on to future generations.”
She hadn’t given too much thought to children. The world was such a dumpster fire that the thought of bringing kids into it seemed almost cruel. But she wasn’t going to lie to herself. There was something about the thought of a son or daughter with her spirit and Riordan’s kindness and openness that was really enticing.
Roxie cleared her throat to get rid of the annoying lump of emotion that had settled there. “What else? I get the idea you’re holding back a little.”
He sighed. “I don’t want to scare you off, but I don’t want to lie to you, either. It’s a fine line I’m walking.”
“I can handle it. Just spit it out.”
Riordan looked skeptical, but eventually said, “If you accept me as your mate, we’ll have a psychic bond to match our emotional and physical one. I’ll know where you are and how you’re feeling, and vice versa.”
She blinked at him. Wow. That was huge. The thought of someone knowing that much about her at all times was…daunting. “Isn’t that a little, I don’t know, intrusive?”
“I can see why it would feel that way to you now. But if you agreed to be mine, the bond would be more of a comfort than anything else. A guarantee that you’d never walk alone for the rest of your life.”
He probably didn’t know it, but he’d just poked a bruise. Loneliness, feeling like no one was ever on her side, was something she’d always struggled with. She’d assumed it was a side effect of her years in the foster care system. Was it possible that part of her soul—Riordan—had just been missing up until now and that was why she felt lonely so often?
