Page 6 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Chapter Six

Laithe

I mmortality has its benefits. It also has its downsides. Life tends to grow monotonous when one lives for so many years. When there's nothing new to experience, it loses that exciting zing. I sigh. I'm growing introspective in my old age.

I continue scanning the hallway but glance in the other direction at the noise. The last thing I expect to see is Ryktus dragging the woman down the stairs. The beautiful human who smells like sweet pea and roses.

I recognize her immediately.

Dread and I spent a while unashamedly watching her when she came for her blood tests earlier today.

Mostly, I spent the time heckling Dread over his ridiculous crush.

Which I find highly entertaining.

“Where, exactly, are you taking me?” Emerson asks, frowning up at Ryk.

“We're looking for Lai,” he grunts.

Using my speed, I zip back into the room I reserved for the two of us. I lounge lazily on the couch in the corner as Ryk drags her inside the room. He slams the door behind him and pulls her until she's only a foot away from my face.

“Lick her,” he growls.

In life, I was large; Vikings are what they call my people now. Despite my height and broad shoulders, I always feel small compared to Ryk. Then again, he's nearly eight feet tall.

“Yes, I planned on it,” I say, offering a cheeky smirk. My name has changed many times over the years, but I give her the current version. “Laithe.”

My long blond hair falls around my shoulders as I lean close.

“E-Emerson,” she whispers. Her eyes fly up to Ryk's. “Thank you again for saving me, but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to check in downstairs or something. I'm fine, truly.”

My eyes widen as my nostrils flare, catching the scent of her blood. Realization dawns. He wants me to seal her injury.

“Lick her and seal the wound,” Ryk demands, gently shoving Emerson down next to me on the couch.

My vampire saliva will heal the small cut, but ultimately, that choice is up to the human.

I quirk an eyebrow. “I can close that for you,” I assure her. “But I must admit, your arm is the least exciting place I planned to lick you tonight.”

“Y-you're my partner for the test?” Emerson asks. Her throat bobs as she swallows, those beautiful dark-blue eyes of hers glittering in the low light.

“Indeed,” I agree, leaning forward. My tongue involuntarily runs over my incisors, which descend at the scent of her blood.

I shouldn't be having such a visceral reaction to her blood, but I abstained today in hopes of drinking directly from the source while we fuck.

“Heal her,” Ryk demands again.

“Would you like that?” I ask her.

Emerson nods her agreement. She pulls her hair back, wrapping it around the other shoulder.

Leaning in close, I pull her the rest of the way to me with a hand on her back.

She complies. Her sweet floral scent nearly does my head in as my tongue dips to her flesh.

The wound seals quickly, and I pull away.

Emerson's chest rises and falls in quick movements. Her eyes stare into mine, but she doesn't flinch away from the white I know has taken over my irises. Intriguing little human, indeed.

The taste of her blood is a tease on my tongue. It's nowhere near enough to satisfy my urge to feed, but we have the next several hours to address that baser urge and another that suddenly feels far more pressing.

Ryk's wings flutter as he pulls them in close to his back. “I'll let Aline know you're here...” He grunts and walks out.

“Ahh, yes,” I say. “On to the good stuff. Do you have your paperwork? Your list of dos and don'ts?”

“Yeah.” Sliding her small bag off her shoulder, she reaches inside. She pulls out a folded bundle of papers and shoves them at me. “I thought you were the owner?”

“I am,” I assure her.

We're close to one another on the couch, me lying with my feet one direction and her sitting with her legs off to the side by my head.

Unfolding the papers, I quickly scan her answers. Being a vampire certainly has its perks.

Emerson's answers are pretty middle of the road.

Nothing too out there, but she's open to all my favorite things.

Watching and being watched, and she agreed to being bitten with consent.

Hell, she even marked interest in shifted and tentacle sex, as well as being open to tails, restrained on a case-by-case basis, and impact play.

There's more, but I know all I need to for the night to begin.

“What happened on your way here this evening?” I ask before I can stop myself. Do I really want to know her problems? Probably not.

Gentleman with a savior complex, I am not. However, I can't stomach the thought of her being here against her will. I know we never force anyone to work. But I'm also old enough to understand that sometimes people do what they have to in order to survive.

“I'd rather not talk about that,” Emerson says. “Let's get started.”

I chuckle. She wants to be in charge, but that's not how tonight is going to go.

Emerson glances over her shoulder at me as she steps into the small viewing room. There's one other couple in the far back corner, but I ignore them.

“You'll sit on my lap,” I say against the shell of her ear. “I want to be up close to the glass so you can enjoy the show.”

Emerson nods her agreement as I put myself down in one of the club chairs.

I stretch back, nodding for the human to sit on my thighs.

Her curves are even more exaggerated in the bandage dress than they were in her comfortable clothes from earlier in the day.

Watching her luscious backside plant itself on my cock is an exercise in self-control, but I've had centuries to learn to balance my wants and needs.

Her long, wavy hair falls over my chest as she wiggles to get comfortable. My jeans already feel too constricting. “The show is already underway,” I say quietly. “Have you ever been fucked by a kraken?”

“N-no,” she replies.

Gods, she's delectable. Her fear is almost palpable, and the predator in me craves it. Her head curves toward me, and I notice she isn't watching Lazarus and Vivie.

“But you said you'd be open to it,” I say, nodding to the glass. “I thought maybe you'd enjoy seeing what you have to look forward to.”

The Den isn't just a brothel. That's part of the business, but the other side is the sex club, where supernaturals can fulfill their sexual desires with each other.

Vivie, a fae who loves being watched, hangs suspended by Laz's tentacles.

Those two know how to put on a show. Vivie's long hair falls around her nude frame as she writhes, but I'm far more interested in studying Emerson's face while she watches with rapt fascination.

“Wow.” Emerson mouths the word, but no sound escapes.

My hands land on her hips, pulling her down over my thickening length. Her heavy tits practically spill from the dress as she leans forward to get a better view of the action. Her thick hips accentuate the curve of her waist as she sucks in shallow breaths.

Leaning forward, I frame her back. “Now we're getting to the good part,” I murmur, breathing in Emerson's scent from the base of her neck.

Laz tenderly tests Vivie's core with one thick tentacle while another cups her breasts. Little does Emerson know, Laz can control the thickness based on how much blood he traps in the appendage. From this angle, it looks nearly obscene how stuffed Vivie is.

Emerson lets out an adorable little squeak as my hands follow a similar pattern to what Laz is doing to Vivie. My cool skin is in direct opposition to Emerson's warmth, and it's tantalizing feeling her heat.

“Do you like the view, lovely?” I ask, running my lips over Emerson's pulse.

Her thighs clench, and it flexes her ass over my cock.

The scent of her arousal permeates the air beautifully.

I wonder how Dread would feel to know his obsession would happily fuck a kraken?

I continue to mimic Laz's movements. One hand slides up Emerson's thigh.

The other cups her tit over the dress. Her breast is heavy and full in my hand as I tease her tight nipple over the fabric.

“I thought I was supposed to be seducing you,” Emerson whimpers, tilting her head toward mine.

“You're meant to please me,” I assure her, nudging her face back to watch the show. “And it will please me greatly to remove these.” I snap the band on her barely there thong.

Emerson nods against my chest. Holding back my grin is impossible.

Popping up my hips takes no time. Her back hits my chest as she collapses into me.

I carefully yank off the scrap of lace. I tuck it away in my pocket and check in on Emerson.

She still stares at the glass, even from the awkward angle.

Her reflection makes for a beautiful sight.

The room is so dark, I doubt a human would be able to notice it, but I can see her perfectly.

Her pupils are large saucers, and her lips part slightly as she watches with clear fascination.

Emerson leans forward again, her eyes glued to the show before us. My hand lazily travels up her thigh. I debate keeping things relatively PG-13 and simply getting her off until she can't walk.

Dread will smell her on me, and that will be enough to drum through his thick skull that he likes her. He can solve whatever problem she has easily enough, and if he can't, the three of us absolutely can. There isn't much in Haven that a hellhound, a gargoyle, and a vampire can't handle.

Emerson twists her head and licks my neck.

It's such a human thing to do. She likely doesn't understand the connotation, but it makes me insanely aroused, anyway.

Vampires only drink from the neck with their mates.

We might share blood with any willing donor, but the throat is somewhat sacred.

Sure, I've bitten humans there on occasion if it's convenient, but it isn't my favorite, and they always keep their distance from my neck.

It makes my cock throb uncomfortably.