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I came apart, spasming around him, my inner muscles fluttering and spasming with every gorgeous, intense stroke. He lifted his head and roared, heating shooting into me as he twitched hard and deep, like he could drill himself inside me. Hot ropes of his excitement shot across my belly, coating my jacket, drenching it.

I let out a trembling gasp as I lay there in his coils, the remnants of my waves of arching pleasure causing me to clench against him. He was still hard inside of me, his pelvis pressed against mine as he kept himself lodged in between my legs.

He stroked a strand of hair from my face.

“You are so soft inside,” he murmured. “No teeth at all.”

The words hit me, crashing into my psyche as they cut through the layers of my defenses. I was soft inside. I was the woman who got the wolves to chase her so they would leave her friends alone. I was the one who would drop to my knees behind the bleachers because I’d grown up hearing it was the only thing women were good for. I was the one who looked for love in monsters, because I’d never met a man who wasn’t one.

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes.

“I am so soft,” I agreed.

I felt him twitch inside of me.

I reached up and ran my fingernails down his back.

“How long do you want me for?” I asked him.

“Do you mean how long will my rut last?” he asked.

“Sure,” I smiled up at the monster I could barely see in the dim light, the man who had broken through the hard shell of my exterior to find the gooey center inside.

“Days,” he said. “Will you stay?”

“You promised me you would rut me until you were satiated,” I said.

He shifted, and I let out a gasp as his still hard length rubbed against that spot inside of me.

“Will you stay after?” he asked.

“You don’t even know me,” I said, my heart taking trembling little flip flops at the potential of his question. He wanted me to stay? I didn’t want to leave.

“I know that you are sorry for things that are not your fault,” he said. “I know that the softness inside of you is a reflection of the gentleness of your heart. I know that if you stay here with me, I can protect you and our young.”

“But can you give me cake?” I asked, my mind rock-skipping over the whole protecting our young thing. He was a naga; we couldn’t procreate, could we? I eyed the muscular upper body of a man pressed against me in the dark, and I realized a flaw in my logic. He was human-shaped. I was human-shaped.

“Yes,” he said with an absolute certainty of tone. “I will provide cake.”

Eh, in for an inch, in for a mile.

“I’ll let you know after I try your cake,” I said. I shifted my hips, driving my heels into him to slide myself on his still-hard length. “But first, I require more monsterfuckery.”

“Your requirements will be met,” he said, his tone serious even as he slid out of me just enough to slam back in, bringing a gasp of delight to my lips.

“You can’t actually get me pregnant, can you?” I asked as he slid out, oh so slowly, dragging his bare flesh along the walls of my own.

“I will do my best,” he said. “If it is possible, I will accomplish it.”

Then he was driving back into me, and I let pleasure drive thoughts of the future away.

Epilogue

TYPHON

“This is really good cake,” Fiadh moaned through a mouthful.

I smiled down at her, pleased at her enjoyment. She was standing there, a slice of cake in her hand as she took another bite out of it.