Page 20 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Arsyn's forearm lands against my lower back as he grinds me over his throbbing length. He swells so hard, it teeters on the edge of painful.

“Breathe me in, sweet mate,” Arsyn murmurs, pulling my mouth to his. “Feel my pleasure, as I feel yours.”

That sparkly blueish-pink smoke fills the air, flowing from his mouth to mine, and as I swallow deep gulps of it, another powerful orgasm shudders through my system. I come for so long, my nerve endings feel overstimulated.

“I'm going to bite you now,” Arsyn groans. His teeth dig into the soft flesh of my lower lip.

I whine in response. There's no other word to describe the sound I make. I've never made that particular noise in my life, until recently.

The sound spurs Arsyn on as he bucks up into my pussy. His knot slams inside me, and all the air is stolen from my lungs. My nails dig into his shoulders, but everything is hazy. It almost feels like a dream as I tremble against his chest.

“You're all mine, dove. You'll never get away now,” he murmurs, pecking a final kiss on my lips. His hands grind my hips over his, and pure fucking bliss jolts through my system.

The haze of lust takes over, and it's the last memory I have for a while.

“She's fine.” Arsyn's voice wakes me out of a deep sleep. “I fucked her into exhaustion. Humans often require rest between rounds.”

“You fucking bonded my human!” Dread snarls.

Panic rips through my system. I jolt as my eyes pop open. I'm resting against Arsyn's chest as he lounges lazily on the couch. We're in the same room from earlier. I mean, I guess I get why Dread is angry. I'm his employee.

I don't know what the hell that's supposed to mean, but holy shit, I think I'm on the verge of freaking out...

Demons can bond like shifters?

I had no clue.

“Shh,” Arsyn murmurs, running a hand over the back of my head. “All is good. My knot has yet to deflate. Try not to move much. I don't want it to hurt you.” His eyes are so sincere as he stares down at me with an affectionate look.

“Emerson, are you okay?” Dread asks, appearing at our side. He squats down, getting very close to my face.

I'm suddenly acutely aware that I'm naked , and Arsyn's cock is still swollen inside me.

Oh yeah, and my boss is all up in my personal space. With a look of concern on his stupidly handsome face.

“I'm fine,” I murmur, pushing up a bit and wrapping my arms around my chest to give me the illusion of modesty.

“Here,” Dread says, yanking off his shirt as he nods for me to lift my arms. I do, and he drops it over my head. “Did you really mark him first?”

“She did,” Arsyn says smugly. He stretches back, causing his cock to jump inside me.

I moan at the strange full feeling.

“I don't understand,” I say, wiping at my eyes. “I don't know what that means.”

“Did you draw blood when you bit my mouth?” Arsyn asks, running a hand over my back and looking at me expectantly.

Did I?

Shit, I guess I did.

Actually, I know for fact that happened.

“Yes,” I answer truthfully.

“Told you,” Arsyn says, chuckling. “Don't worry. I'm not territorial. I'm very open to sharing my mate.”

“She's not your mate,” Dread snaps. His eyes glow bright red.

I shiver, leaning away.

Anger vibrates off him in waves.

I saw Alix shift a few times, and he partially changed when we were arguing a time or two right before he disappeared. I have no interest in reliving that.

“He won't hurt you,” Arsyn assures me.

Despite the fact his swollen knot is still locked inside my body, I realize pretty quickly that I barely know this man...

Ehh, demon.

Whatever.

I hardly know him.

Am I really going to trust him to protect me from an angry hellhound?

“He wants to hurt me,” Arsyn clarifies. “But the hound would never risk hurting you to get to me. We're both safe.”

“What does it mean that I bit you?” I ask, swiping at Arsyn's hand. He's gently running his fingers over my cheek, and it's weirdly intimate.

“Incubi have the ability to breed with humans. It's how cambion are born. In order to survive mating, the human must bond with said demon. You initiated the courtship when you drew blood with your bite,” Arsyn says in a soothing tone, like he knows I'm about to lose my shit.

“Oh, fuck no,” I hiss, slamming my palms into his chest. “I better not be pregnant right now!”

Arsyn chuckles. “No, you're not. No need to worry about that. That's why I asked before continuing our interlude. I would never breed you without your explicit consent.”

I blow out a breath of relief. “Okay, so what exactly does the mating bond mean? How long does it last?”

“It lasts until you die,” Arsyn says, like my world isn't falling apart.

I suck in a sharp breath. What the hell did I do?

“And it means...” Dread growls. He's busy pacing the floor. His head tips back and he stares at the ceiling. “You're now life partners with a fucking sex demon.”

“Don't be judgmental,” Arsyn snaps. “I'll be a lovely partner. The bond ensures I can only feed from you or our other mates,” he says to me.

“I'll be quite the loyal and doting partner.

I have every incentive to keep you well-fucked and completely content, so you don't try to starve me to death.” To Dread, he adds, “You're just moody because I have a fancy cock now, too.”

“What is happening right now?” I whisper, shaking my head. The ceiling has no answers, either.

I must be dreaming. I fell asleep after sex, and this is the weirdest, not sexy, sex dream I've ever had.

“You know I had no choice,” Arsyn says to Dread. “She initiated the bond. Yes, I could have rejected it, but would you truly have had me do that to her?”

“No,” Dread growls.

“If you could have rejected it, then why didn't you?” I yelp. “I could've handled it.”

“No, you couldn't,” Arsyn assures me. “Most supernaturals wouldn't survive the backlash of a rejected bond from a high demon.

Humans who've suffered it in the past have gone mad with desire.

It's part of the curse of being a demon who feeds on sex.

I accepted the bond to save you from that.

I've heard you have a daughter. I can't wait to meet her. I'll be an excellent stepparent.”

“Yeah, that's not happening,” I snort.

“You have no choice,” Dread says, sighing heavily. “You'll experience physical discomfort when you're apart for longer than a few hours. You're the human in this equation, so it will affect you more severely.”

My jaw falls open. They've got to be screwing with me.

“That's not a very good joke!” I snap at Dread. Looking at Arsyn, I continue, “Why isn't your knot deflating? My ex's knot never lasted this long.”

“You've been knotted before?” Arsyn asks, looking strangely disappointed.

There's a weird pang in my chest, and my hand flies to rub away the ache. “No, but it always went down after he... finished .”

“Did you feel that?” Arsyn asks. A wide smile takes over his face when I nod my agreement. “It goes both ways. I find that wildly arousing.”

“I'm going to speak to Aline,” Dread growls.

He's still stomping across the floor. “All new hires will now need to complete a class about how every species bonds.

I've run this place for almost fifty years and never once...” He snarls, shaking his head.

“Not just new hires, every damn employee in the building is getting a 'How not to accidentally bond a demon' safety meeting.” He turns around and stomps out.

“Aline!” he shouts before the door closes.

“That was highly entertaining,” Arsyn muses. “And went much better than I expected.” He smirks as his hips grind up into me.

“No,” I snap. My hand lands over his ridiculously handsome face. “I can't even with you right now.”

“No worries, dove,” Arsyn murmurs. “We've got all the time in the world.”

I accidentally bonded a delusional sex demon.

Yeah, that about sums up my life.