Page 18 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

I don't wait for permission; I shove my tail between her parted lips.

The groan that escapes mine is nearly indecent, but I'm a sex demon.

We live to be deviant.

Her tongue swirls around the crown of my tail, and I hiss. She's a naughty little thing when she wants to be.

My eyes flash to Derdron for a microsecond. He's busy leaning forward, staring at Emerson's ass. My hands fall to her hips, and I grind her over my thick length.

I'm unbearably hard, and it's terribly inconvenient.

Sex is a means to an end, a food source, and it has been for many hundreds of years now. Generally speaking, I require full stimulation to bother becoming aroused.

Emerson's sweet floral scent causes my cock to leak. I smirk at Derdron, who bets without so much as a glance at the table.

“Everybody out,” Ryktus growls. “Except for this table.” He shoves Theon back into his chair.

I'm very good at tuning out sexual thoughts. Once you've dealt with it for so long, it all becomes useless chatter. But some of the things the three demons at this table are fantasizing about doing to Emerson? I'll make sure they get a visit from a reaper.

Everyone else shuffles out, and the dealer again rolls the dice. I pull Emerson's mouth to mine. My tail slides around her hip, teasing its way over her luscious curves.

The round finally ends. We both flip our cards.

My heart nearly stalls as Emerson bites my lower lip.

The little human draws blood, but she obviously doesn't realize what she's just done.

My eyes fly to Ryk's. Emerson is still suckling my lip, flicking her tongue over the wound.

There's no way she hasn't consumed my blood.

Ryktus's chest heaves as he glares at me.

I shrug.

How lovely. I didn't choose this, but I still might die because of her actions. One look at Ryktus proves that fact.

Derdron grumbles under his breath, and even the sound of his voice infuriates me.

“You lose. Get the fuck out,” I snarl.

Ryk stands frozen, with his jaw tighter than I've ever seen, which is kind of an accomplishment in itself, since he's a fucking gargoyle. His head tips back, and he shakes it at the ceiling.

“You cheated,” Derdron accuses, but Rkytus has finally overcome his shock at what just happened. He yanks the envy demon out of his chair and heads toward the door.

“You owe me information,” Ryk snaps.

The dealer looks at me.

I snarl, “Get out, now.”

He gives a shaky nod.

Without counting the chips, it's all forfeit, but I couldn't give a fuck less.

I lift Emerson off my lap and toss her down on the table as the last few occupants scurry from the room. My wings erupt from their confinement as my shirt falls away, if it was ever truly there. I never think too hard on it.

Fae magic makes my brain ache.

“Do you have any idea what you've done?” I ask, tilting my head to carefully study the soft human.

She shrugs. Her shoulders bounce like it's no big deal she just motherfucking claimed my eternal soul.

Fine, I'm not entirely sure I have a soul, but she just claimed my dick for her entire existence... So yeah, that constitutes more than a shrug.

Or I'd think it would.

I must be a little deranged, because it only makes my cock harder.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Emerson asks, spreading her thighs wider. Her eyebrows rise, and she grins playfully.

Lust is my go-to emotion. In fact, I'd feel confident saying I've never experienced love, but I think I fall a little bit in love with her at this very moment.

My hands slide up her thighs. I rip away the panties and stare at my feast. My true tongue flicks out, and Emerson shivers in response. What she doesn't look is appalled.

“Whatever you need, my sweet mate,” I say in demonish to keep from scaring her. “I will provide it.”

My hands fall to my belt. I undo it and my jeans within a second and let them fall down my thighs. My wings spread, allowing me to hover over her soft frame. Emerson isn't small for a woman, but she's tiny compared to me.

I pull the front of her dress down, and her heavy tits spill free.

I pounce. One hand grips her full breast as my tongue wraps around the other nipple. My breath fans over her delicate skin as I barely hold myself back from sinking my teeth into her full tit. I wrap my tail around her leg, teasing up to her pussy.

“In case you're confused,” she gasps as I tease her clit. “I want your cock this time, Arsyn.”

“And you'll have it,” I assure her, brushing my nose against hers. I can't help but grin. I truly love it when someone surprises me. It happens so infrequently these days. “As soon as I've had a taste of your cunt.”

I slide down her body until my feet hit the floor. Her knees hang over the edge of the table. As my tail continues to tease her pretty, pink pussy, I kneel before her and smirk when she moans. Her legs tremble as my tongue replaces my tail, and she glistens as I flick over her clit.

I yank up the dress so I can see her soft lower stomach. She leans up on her elbows and watches me with hooded eyes. It takes practically no time at all of swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit before she's trembling and softly begging.

I pull back with a smirk. “The room is soundproof. Feel free to really scream for me, dove.”

Emerson grunts, and her small hand stretches out, yanking a handful of my hair as she pulls me toward her pussy.

I laugh against the lips of her sex as I tease a finger inside her.

I swipe my tongue over her swollen clit in the same pattern as before, and soon it feels like the little vixen might rip out handfuls of my hair.

Her nails dig into my head, and I growl.

The sound vibrates around us as her cunt weeps.

My other hand falls to my shaft, lazily jerking myself in time to how I fuck her with my finger.

I add another thick digit, and she combusts.

Her low begging turns into indecipherable sobbing. My cock pulses in my hand. I have to squeeze the base of my shaft to keep from painting the floor in my cum. The way her pussy ripples around my fingers very nearly sends me over the edge.

I'm as gentle and patient as a starving incubus can be as I let her come down from her orgasm. “I'm going to make you mine now, Emerson,” I murmur, popping up. I hover over her, using my wings to keep my weight from falling on top of her. My tongue fucks into her mouth, causing her to whimper.

Her tiny hands claw at my ass as my cock bumps her slick core. “Yes, do that,” she begs, nodding wildly.

My tail slides up, flicking over her nipple before switching to the other tit.

There's a slight possibility I'm being an opportunistic bastard about this entire situation.

No, if I don't claim her now, she might not survive it.

It's better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission in this situation, since she likely doesn't fully understand the consequences of her actions.

I notch at her opening, and the view is utterly obscene.

She pulls her legs up, wrapping them around my legs as she claws at my ass, and I decide I'll be very happy with my human.

I never had much preference. Male or female, it's all the same as far as food goes.

But I find I'm unashamedly enticed by Emerson's soft, curvy body.

“This may hurt a bit,” I murmur against her lips. “But bear with me, and I'll ensure you feel better than you ever have.”

The staggering wave of lust I'm hit with is so potent, I've never felt so full in all my years of existence, despite the fact we're just getting started.

A slight shiver of unease slips through my system when I consider how utterly furious Dread is going to be. Until I remember he's a shifter. All shifters revere mates as sacred, even demon shifters, like the hound.

I thrust into her slick, warm heat, and all the breath evaporates from my lungs. I suddenly understand why my kind allow themselves to be claimed by humans.

Emerson will never be rid of me now.