Page 7 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

With my left hand, I pop the button and fly on my jeans in the blink of an eye. I yank them down enough to give my shaft room to breathe and grow.

Emerson's soft hand wraps back around my neck, caressing my head as she pulls my face down to hers. It's a surprisingly tender moment.

Blinking up at me, she's suddenly sheepish. Ahh, yes, the little lamb wants something, but she's afraid to ask for it. I brush my lips over her cheek, making her gasp. It only intensifies the strange longing I have to hold her tight and selfishly hoard all her moans and touches.

The couple in the back corner grows increasingly loud with their groaning.

I tune them out to the best of my ability and focus on the treasure atop me.

My right hand dances over her thigh as I tease my way higher.

Emerson holds her breath as I test the lips of her sex.

She's utterly drenched, and it makes me ache to plunge inside her.

“Such a dirty girl,” I say. “Slick and ready to be fucked raw.”

She fucking whimpers in response. The sound hits me square in the gut. It takes considerable effort to shake away my infatuation with Emerson and get back to the issue at hand. Perhaps the two sides are more intertwined than I'm willing to admit.

With one hand, I cup her tit, teasing the nipple and making her grind over my length. I relish the torment of it as I brush my knuckles over her cleft. I give her enough friction to momentarily satiate her need, only to slide away as she grinds against my hand.

Emerson isn't afraid to take what she wants from me, and it's enchanting.

Rip out a few hearts, and word circles the community like a wildfire. Granted, I've greatly cleaned up my act in the last decade or two, but much like my fellow owners, I have a bit of a reputation for being unpredictable.

Emerson has nothing to fear from me and only pleasure to be gained.

And I'm strangely fascinated by the fact she doesn't know to fear me.

Most supernatural creatures and humans alike can differentiate a deadly threat from a mundane one.

And the one thing they have in common? Their instincts immediately recognize me as a top-tier predator.

My gaze can't seem to leave Emerson. I watch her use my hand while she stares at the glass, transfixed by whatever torment Laz is putting Vivie through. Her hands dig into my thighs as she leans forward to get a better view. A strange throb of jealousy pangs its way through my gut.

I set up this little experiment with the intention of gauging her reaction. Only, I no longer wish to share her attention.

I shake away the ridiculous thoughts and focus on the soft human atop me.

My fingers tease, circling her hardened nub with light pressure. My arm falls to her waist as I pin her to my chest. She's a wiggly little thing when she wants to be. I test several patterns and pressures until her heart rate spikes and her breath comes in ragged pants.

The scent of her cunt floods my sensitive nostrils. A decadent treat just waiting to be devoured. Her thighs tremble as she grips my wrist in her small, soft hand. The harder she tries to force my action, the more I torment. My enjoyment grows with every annoyed huff she puffs out.

“Oh, doll. Don't you know?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “The slower the buildup, the more cataclysmic the event.”

She snorts a very unladylike laugh that I find utterly charming.

“I guess I'm a rebel,” she says, tilting her face up to mine. “Because I occasionally have dessert before dinner. Sometimes, even in place of a real meal. I'm not good at delayed gratification.”

A true bark of laughter escapes as I flip us. I place her in the chair and kneel between her spread thighs.

My maker would have my head if he ever learned I dropped to my knees for a human. Luckily, he's dead. I killed him myself, but the thought succeeds in spiking my desire for Emerson.

Em lets out a shaky breath as she stares down at me. “W-what are you doing?” she hisses, suddenly looking a bit concerned. “I'm the one who's supposed to be pleasing you. Not the other way around.”

My claws elongate slightly as I tease them over her thick thighs. “No, lovely, you're meant to be my dirty little fuck doll to be used however I see fit.” My eyes flash with a hint of my arousal. The scent of her slick pussy only inches from my face is sending my baser instincts into overdrive.

Mistaking the change in my irises for anger, Emerson immediately nods her agreement. I hate the feeling she's only trying to appease me. I want back the woman who huffed and rode my hand with no shame.

Stretching my hands under her ass, I pull her to the edge of the cushion.

She puts her knees on my shoulders, and it makes me smirk.

My hands skate up her thighs, pulling the dress up enough I can see every inch of her slick little cunt.

Oh yes, tonight is turning in to quite the treat, indeed.

I blow a breath over her clit and she trembles.

“Remember that part about delayed gratification not being my thing?” she mumbles, letting her head fall back against the chair.

My fangs descending, I scrape the inside of her right thigh. It's enough to sting without breaking the skin. Emerson moans long and loud at the sensation, causing my cock to throb in response.

My fingers spread her lower lips as I swirl my tongue around her clit.

Her sweet taste fills my mouth as I tease her core.

The same patterns I tried with my fingers, I repeat with my tongue.

She wiggles about, either trying to escape me or force me deeper, as I circle her clit with my tongue in rolling flicks.

Her enthusiasm only spurs me on. I switch to the figure eight, circling her clit and dipping my tongue into her dripping hole, and the little vixen attempts to rip out my hair.

I chuckle against her slick sex.

Yes, I'm quickly becoming entranced by the human with the audacity to ride my face while huffing at me to hurry up.

She has absolutely no idea what my tongue can do when I move at super speed, but tonight isn't about racing to the finish line.

I want to savor every minute of my time with the bold little human.

“Holy shit, Lai,” she mumbles, her hands digging into my hair. “Pleaseplease please !”

With one hand, I pin her hips to the chair while using the other to stuff two fingers deep inside her.

My eyes slide shut as I work my digits in and out.

She's warm and wet and so fucking snug. My fangs ache in time with the pulse in my cock.

They're both very sure they should be buried deep inside the human.

Fucking hell, I've gone off the deep end, I muse. Since when did parts of my body gain autonomy? My fingers brush her walls as I test for the spot that'll send her flying. The light fluttering quickly morphs to tight quivering waves as her cunt locks down on my fingers.

“Can I come?” she whispers, her eyes sliding shut. “Because if I'm supposed to wait, you've gotta...” She gasps. “Ahh, fuckfuck fuck .”

Emerson definitely loves things in threes. She thrashes around as her pussy soaks my face in her juices. I try to be gentle as I work her through the come down on her release, but it's like being a baby vamp all over again.

I ache for the noises and faces she makes. Since she's so fond of threes, I decide I'll make her come two more times with my mouth alone. By the third orgasm, her demeanor is docile. She practically purrs under my touch, and I relish every goddamn second of it.