Page 9 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

In a blink, I'm on my back, with Laithe pressing me into the mattress. He shoves his tongue in my mouth as he yanks my legs up, wrapping them around his tight ass. He grinds so perfectly against my clit that I curl toward him. Laithe kisses like he’s an expert at seduction, or maybe I'm just that jacked up on the high of making him shatter for me.

A shiver runs down my spine as I recall the look of ecstasy on his face when his eyes clamped firmly closed.

“Do I get to take your pussy now?” he whispers against my ear. “Fuck you how I see fit? Use you how I want?”

“Yes,” I agree, running my hands over the strong muscles of his shoulders. “As long as you make me come first. I ache for you, Laithe.”

The snarl he lets out sends a wild throb to my clit as my feet dig into his ass.

“Fuck me like you own me?” I beg. My cheeks heat as I realize what I said.

“Gladly,” he growls. His hips tilt and he slams inside me.

A ragged gasp leaves my lips as I bow off the mattress. The stretch is un-fucking-real.

Okay, maybe I should've been a bit more realistic about the fact I haven't been dicked-down in years. The ache isn't necessarily painful, but it is just barely on the pleasurable side of too much. My heart thunders in my chest.

Laithe freezes on top of me. “Are you good?” he asks, lazily rolling his hips. His pelvis brushes my clit, making me moan.

“Y-yeah,” I agree in a shaky tone.

His stupid hand tenderly caresses my cheek again, and I want to slap it away. I need quick and dirty, not soft and affectionate. I'm here to do a job, not enjoy myself.

A little discomfort is a reasonable price to pay to keep my kid safe. Also, I'm starting to feel weird that this hasn't felt like a job. Not at all.

He buries his thumb in my mouth. When it's covered in my spit, he slides it down, teasing my clit like he did in the viewing room. My body steadily begins to accommodate his thick length.

“That's it, dirty girl,” he says, a smirk covering his ridiculously handsome face. “Show me how to make you scream.”

My hips freeze in their steady pattern of grinding below him. My eyes fly to his, and he smirks.

“I do love that you're not afraid to take what you want,” he murmurs, pulling my mouth to his. The kiss is slow and steady in its buildup, and it sends my need coiling tighter. I moan into his mouth as he brushes a hand over the top of my head. “Gonna wreck your tight little pussy now, doll.”

And that's exactly what he does. His muscular body pins me to the mattress as he works me to unbelievable heights.

Time has been kind to Laithe, allowing him the opportunity to learn the best ways to drive a woman certifiably insane .

Every time my walls begin to flutter like I'll come, he backs off his strokes.

Instead of pounding into my G-spot, he kisses me languidly, only giving me a few inches of his impressive length.

My nails rake over his back as he does it again. I huff in annoyance, but then I realize what I've done. Fear sweeps over me as his eyes glow.

Oh shit, did I just attack the vampire fucking me?

What the hell kind of plan is that?

The worst plan ever.

“You should really stop teasing me,” I say, faking confidence I don't have.

“Yes ma'am,” he says, flashing me his fangs. “You want to come all over my cock? Hmm, lovely?”

“Y-yes,” I say, clenching my kegels.

Laithe's eyes flash. “Give me permission to bite you, and I swear on my non-existent soul that I'll make you come harder than you ever have.”

My heart thumps rapidly as my chest heaves. I did agree to be bitten, but the rules state he needs to ask and gain permission.

I nod my agreement.

“Sorry, lovely,” Laithe murmurs close to my ear. “I need verbal consent.”

“Yes,” I agree. “Bite me, Laithe.”

“Gladly.”

His strokes gain momentum, until he's again pounding right where I need him most. My walls begin to flutter, and after several deep thrusts, I'm there, teetering on the edge.

Lai smirks, nudging my head to the side and grinding his pelvis against my clit. I moan long and loud. If I were more coherent, I'd be embarrassed of the sounds I'm making.

Laithe's teeth strike with vicious efficiency. He groans against my throat. My cunt is busy milking his cock in waves, and my pleasure ramps up so high it's nearly painful. My body shakes as I beg him to fuck me harder. He complies as he holds me down and drinks my blood.

The dizzying wave of his venom hits right as I'm coming down from my orgasm, sending me into a tailspin of rebounding pleasure. He swells inside me, and every grind of my hips is met with a jerk from his thickening cock. He retracts his fangs, licking over my throat as I continue to gyrate my hips.

“Christ, Em,” he murmurs against my cheek.

All I can do is nod. He wasn't lying; that was absolutely the most powerful orgasm of my life.

He rolls to the bed at my side and pulls me into his chest as I struggle to catch my breath. His cool hand rubs over my back, and I fight my exhaustion. I'm mentally and physically depleted.

“Sorry, I'll get myself together in just a second,” I mumble against his pec.

“No rush, lovely,” he says. His tone sounds sincere, but I don't know the etiquette for these types of things. My eyes are heavy, and I want to sleep more than anything. “You needn't rush off. Stay and rest a while.”

“I can't,” I say, my voice filled with panic. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. “I have to go.”

“You really don't,” he says with a laugh. “I'm not kicking you out.”

“I'm sorry,” I whisper, my eyes sliding shut. “If the practical is over, then I have to go.”

His face morphs from open and welcoming to shut down faster than I can blink. “I understand,” he says in a clipped tone.

My stomach flip-flops uncomfortably. He doesn't understand, but I can't explain it. He'll have to believe whatever it is that he believes.

I dress quickly and head for the door. Laithe lounges lazily on the bed and does his best to ignore my very existence.

My eyes rake over his powerful form one final time.

He's got the dark sheet barely covering his cock, but his muscles are on full display.

I bite my lip, shaking away the urge to climb back in bed and cuddle up to his strong form.

As I go to pull open the door, Laithe laughs. It's a chilling sound that sends a shiver down my spine. It doesn't sound friendly at all.

“You didn't ask,” he says in a bored tone, “but I'll tell you, anyway. Sorry, doll, I wasn't impressed. I found the entire experience lacking. You failed. You'll have to try again tomorrow night.”

My jaw falls open, but I hold my tongue. It’s clear that he's being spiteful. I pull my shoulders back and give him a nod before striding out of the room. I close the door behind me quietly and struggle not to cry.