Page 8 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Chapter Seven

Emerson

“ D id I pass out?” I ask as Laithe puts me down on a bed. The room is warm and has a cozy feel. The walls are dark blackish-brown wood, and one wall has a set of double French doors. I'm sleepy and confused.

“Mmm, yes,” he agrees, brushing his cold fingers over my cheek. “I tongue fucked you into exhaustion.” He sounds proud of himself.

My cheeks burn. I try to glance away, but he quickly tilts my head back to face him.

“I'm absolutely bathed in the scent of your cunt,” he muses, a playful lilt to his tone. “But my cock is still painfully hard.”

“Shit,” I groan.

Laithe full-on belly laughs. The effect is breathtaking. His gray eyes are so light, they almost seem white in the dim bedroom. They sparkle with humor as he smirks, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Not all of us have supernatural stamina,” I grumble, pushing hair out of my face and sitting up.

I'm sure he doesn't spend his days chasing around a high-energy toddler.

My heart pangs as I think of Ember, but it's a good reminder of what I'm here to do.

Be charming, get the job, and pay off Alix's debt to keep us safe.

I paste on the most provocative smile I can muster and push Laithe down on the bed. Glancing around, I notice this isn't the room I first met him in, but I shrug it off. Maybe that room got booked with someone else after we left?

My dress rides up my thighs as I climb over him. “You, sir, are dangerous with that tongue,” I whisper, shoving a curl behind my ear. “I think you legitimately short-circuited my system with pleasure.” It sounds like a line, but the truth is, I haven't had sex since I gave birth.

My eyes meet Laithe's, and I lick my lips. He's already given me a night to remember, and if I'm being honest, it hasn't felt like work at all.

His cool hands grip my ass, and a shiver runs down my spine at the feeling of his skin on mine.

The temperature thing takes some getting used to.

It's like playing with ice in the bedroom.

It seems to overload my system with sensation any time he touches me.

Or maybe that's his hundreds of years' worth of practice.

I can only imagine how many skills you'd pick up living such a long life.

“You don't have to fuck me,” Laithe says, looking vulnerable.

Or maybe he's an excellent actor, because a second later, the cocky smirk is back in full force.

“You do want to, though, don't you, sweet human?” His voice is low and enticing, matching what I imagine a vampire trying to tempt a human would sound like.

My hands run up under his shirt. Laithe is tall, likely six-foot-three or six-foot-four, with a slender build.

He isn't stacked with bulging muscles like Dread, but he has lines of well-defined, lithe muscle.

He leans up, yanking off the shirt and tossing it away.

My fingers dance over the indents of his abs and obliques.

Scars line his strong chest and arms. My eyes fly up to his, and he shrugs.

“I lived a hard life before I was turned,” he says, pulling my dress up and off. “Fucking hell, your tits are huge.” He palms them in his massive hands, and I tremble. Not from the chill, but from how badly I want him.

I was with more than a couple of guys before Ember’s dad, and I’ve never had any complaints. From my experience, much like Laithe did for me earlier, the payoff is in the seduction. Sure, penetrative sex is great, but it's the culmination—the finale.

His hands fall to my hips as I brush my cheek against his. The only sex I've had with a supernatural was Alix. I wonder if the same little tricks will entice Laithe.

I frown, shake away memories of my ex, and focus on the vampire here with me.

My breasts feel heavy and tighter than normal as they brush his pecs. His height puts me at a slight disadvantage. If I want to keep my pussy over his cock while I lick and suck, I have to stretch my torso as far as it'll go.

Laithe was playful and sensual during the show, and I want to make him feel equally good.

I flick my tongue over the shell of his ear as I grind myself over his denim-covered cock. His movements are too quick for my senses to pick up. He pops his hips, bumping me up, and removing his jeans before I realize he's taken control.

“Are you impatient?” I tease, scraping my teeth over his neck and down his chest.

“Indeed.” His boxer briefs are thin, meaning I can feel every inch of his long, fat cock. “Then again, I did spend the better part of an hour making you scream and ignoring my own desire completely.”

“You’re right,” I agree, scooting down his massive form. My eyes catch his as I kneel between his powerful thighs. The lines of lithe muscle move as he flexes. “You spoiled me, and I absolutely cannot wait to return the favor.”

Laithe growls, wrapping his hand in my hair. “Be quick about it, then.”

I remove his boxer briefs as fast as my human speed will allow. His cock is impressive—thick and veiny with a mushroom head. My thighs involuntarily clench together, trying to give my poor aching clit some friction.

Laithe smirks. “Time to put up or shut up, sweet human. Wrap those puffy lips around my fat cock.”

Every impulse in me longs to please him, to do exactly as he says and hear him murmur words of praise as I give it my best shot.

But something tells me Laithe isn't used to being challenged or even disobeyed.

I loosely wrap my palm around the head, pulling his shaft to my face.

I lick stripes up and down while my hand not holding his cock scratches over his abs and pelvis.

Laithe could absolutely force me where and how he wants me, but he doesn't. His back bows off the mattress as his muscles coil tighter.

“Fucking hell, Emerson. That naughty little tongue is going to get you in a world of trouble,” he growls.

His eyes glow bright in the low light, and it only drives my pleasure higher.

I'm affecting him.

As I swirl my tongue around his thick crown in playful, teasing licks, his hand in my hair squeezes like he's fighting back his own impulses. My core aches, feeling tender and empty. His other hand cups my tit, tugging and pinching the nipple, and it makes me even wetter.

My eyes fly up to his as I finally give the tip a little suck.

His chest is heaving, which feels like quite the compliment, since I know vampires don't need to breathe.

His nostrils flare as he catches the scent of my arousal that is likely flooding the air.

No matter how I wiggle, I can't get the right kind of pressure.

Laithe tilts his head, looking damn intimidating. “Choke on my cock so I can make you scream,” he demands.

My submissive impulses kick into action before I can hold them back.

I shove my mouth deeper on his shaft. Laithe helps guide my movements with his hand in my hair, but he doesn't force it.

I bob and suck, and every time he jumps in my mouth, my cunt grows more desperate.

He teases his fingers over my cheek in a touch so tender it's hard to believe it could possibly come from a vampire.

I catch on the crown as my tongue flicks the weeping slit. My lips feel puffy as I dive back down and pop off again.

“Fuck my throat,” I whisper, not looking into his eyes as I practically beg. Him using me the way he wants will only ratchet my desire higher.

“You truly want to be my dirty little fuck doll, don't you?” he murmurs, softly caressing my cheek again.

Without warning, he thrusts into my mouth and shoves my head back down. He hits the back of my throat in a vicious stroke that makes me whimper. His thumb brushes my face in gentle soothing touches as he continues to fuck my mouth.

The combination is intense. In my experience, men can fuck you like they love you or like you're nothing, but Laithe is incredible at both.

He fucks my face like he doesn't care about the tears dripping from my eyes and his cock isn’t extra juicy from me gagging when he goes too far.

But the way he palms my head as he forces me deeper, combined with the soothing brushes of his fingers over my skin, is confusing my system.

It's rough and tender all at once, and I don't know how to handle it.

“Tell me, lovely. Do you want me to come down your throat?” Laithe growls the question.

I nod, doubling down my efforts and trying to relax my throat.

His cock is thick, making it difficult to breathe when he slips into my esophagus, but for the most part, I manage it.

I'm sure I look like a hot mess. Mascara running, lipstick smudged, pink cheeks, but Laithe looks at me with pure sexual desire as his body stiffens.

“Just like that, Em,” he groans. His body shakes, as I’m sure he’s holding back the urge to viciously fuck my mouth.

He’s been pretty rough, but he gauged what I can handle perfectly.

My lips catch on the crown as I flick my tongue over the lower ridge on the bottom of his shaft.

It makes his grip tighten in my hair. My hand works the part of his shaft I can’t fit in my mouth, and he shivers.

“Fuck, yes, just like that, my dirty little toy.”

He swells almost impossibly hard as his cock kicks in my mouth. I'm not sure what to expect as far as vampire cum goes, but it isn't much different from any other species, as far as I can tell. Except it tastes significantly better.

“You're too good at that,” Laithe murmurs, his chest heaving.

“Mmm, yes, I do love the look of you dirty and disheveled, and all fucking mine. Fucking Christ, tongue the head just like that, my naughty little cocksucker.” His words are at odds with the tender way he still cups my face in his massive hand.