Page 8 of Catching His Eye (Monsters of Moonvale)

REN

Mango yowls in dismay as I stumble and knock a picture frame off the wall, but Emma’s lips sucking on my throat are far too much of a distraction for me to care.

I tighten my grip on her plush hips as I carry her to my bedroom and the heat of her cunt presses against my stomach with her legs wrapped around me.

She followed me back to my house from Nightlight, and the whole time I kept checking my rearview mirror to see if she’d finally come to her senses and fled, but she didn’t.

The second we got inside and I let my glamor down, she was on me, leaping up into my arms and pressing hot kisses against every inch of my bare skin she could find.

I’m drunk and I didn’t even touch my beer.

Head fuzzy with disbelief and lust, I do my best to set her down on my bed gently and not tumble over on top of her.

My bed is specially made for my size, and seeing Emma plopped in the middle of it, surrounded by an ocean of mattress, emphasizes how different we are.

Stepping back, I scrub my hand over my face and try to sober myself. We need to slow down. For all I know, Emma is in shock and once that wears off, she’ll be horrified. Or she’s drunk. She was at Nightlight. Fuck, I let her drive here.

She gives me a concerned head tilt, her hands pausing where they’ve started to hike her sweater up over her head. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re drunk,” I sigh, feeling every bit the monster I am. I didn’t smell alcohol on her breath, but maybe she used a mint or something.

Emma’s brow pinches together. “Uh, no, I’m not.”

“But you were at the bar.”

“I didn’t have any alcohol.” She gives me a soft smile, moving up onto her knees and reaching out to take my hand in hers.

The feeling of her voluntarily holding my hand makes flutters of excitement and longing burst to life in my stomach.

“I’m really into you, Ren. I’ve had a lot of bad, scary shit happen in my life and that taught me that when I want something, I need to go for it right away. ”

I want to ask her about the bad things, to know her pain so I can find a way to soothe it, but even I’m not dumb enough to focus on that rather than the gorgeous woman on her knees before me .

“You want me?” I ask, my voice so rough it sounds like I’ve been gargling with rocks.

“Yeah. So I’m going to seize the opportunity with both hands. Which I’ll probably need for you, big guy,” she says with a wink, her eyes dropping to the obscene bar of my erection, as long as her forearm and definitely thicker.

“I won’t fit,” I croak in dismay. “Not unless… fuck, I’ll be right back!” I grab her hand connected to mine and press a hurried kiss to it.

Emma’s eyes blow wide. “What? Where are you going? If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’ll leave. If we’re moving too fast, we can slow?—”

“N-no! Not too fast.” Fuck, I wish I were already making her come on my tongue, but if she wants more than my tongue and my fingers, if she wants my dick anywhere near her sweet pussy, I have to get something to help make it remotely possible. “I need to go pick something up so we can…”

“Oh! I have a condom in my purse…” Emma’s eyes drift down to my cock again and she giggles. “Nevermind, I don’t think it’ll fit. I’ve got an IUD, so no need to worry about babies.”

I almost choke at the thought of her plush body growing even riper with my child. Humans and giants can’t procreate without a lot of help from magic, but my leaking cock doesn’t care.

“And I was tested after my last partner,” Emma continues, unaware of how I’m stuck on the thought of breeding her. “That was about a year ago, but I can probably dig up the email…”

“I trust you,” I say immediately, chest swelling with warmth that she’s taking our safety seriously.

“Also, I’m a giant with a really powerful constitution, so I can’t get any STIs …

Wait, a year?” I want to smack myself for asking such a rude question.

Like I have any room to judge. I haven’t had sex since I moved to Moonvale eight years ago.

Emma laughs again. “Yep. I’ve been so busy with camming and helping my dad and brother with various things that I didn’t have it in me to worry about dating.”

So she’s single. I mean, I’d assumed she was because she’s in my bedroom ready to have sex with me, but it’s nice to have confirmation. Not that it means anything. Sex doesn’t mean she wants to be my girlfriend.

Shit. I want more with Emma, or at least a shot at more. She’s so charming, and even more enchanting in person, that it’d destroy me if I got the chance to be intimate with her and then never saw her again.

I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I want romance. I want a connection. And I feel the tentative thread of that kind of connection with Emma because of the time we’ve spent interacting through her streams, but doubt she does. She probably just wants the novelty of the giant cock.

“Will you go on a date with me?” I blurt .

Emma’s lovely dark brows pinch together. “Like right now? It’s a little late. I guess we could go back to the bar if you want…”

I shake my head. “Not right now. In the future. Whenever you’re free. I just… I want to know more about you. I really like you and I know it’s silly to want more when you’re here on my bed looking like that, but I have to at least ask. Seize the opportunity, like you said.”

A warm smile spreads across Emma’s lips. “You really are the sweetest. Yeah, Ren. I’ll go on a date with you. I want to know more about you, too.”

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest as every cell in my body sings with joy at her words, but I keep my reaction contained to an elated grin and a nod. “Okay. Amazing. Perfect. I’ll be right back.”

“Ren, why are you leaving? We don’t need protection. Please stay. I’m aching for you, baby.”

Fuck me. I groan. “It won’t work unless I go get, uh, something to help make this…

” I wave between our bodies, then gesture to my crotch where my erection tents my pants.

“To make this work. I really want to have sex. Like you have no idea how much I want to. But it won’t fit without some special lube. Magic lube.”

Emma’s eyes widen at the casual mention of magic, but I press on.

“It’ll only take me fifteen minutes.” I do the mental calculations for how long it will take to drive to my minotaur friend Wesley’s house, beg him for some magic lube that I should’ve thought to get on my own but didn’t because it seemed silly to buy something I’d never use, and drive back home. “Twenty minutes, max.”

“Okay,” Emma says with a perplexed smile.

“Okay?” I expected her to call everything off. Why would this stunning woman be willing to hang out alone in my house while she waited for me to come back and fuck her? Maybe she’s going to rob me.

Eh, it’s worth the risk.

“Yeah. As long as you don’t mind me snooping a bit. What better way to get to know you than digging around and finding your secrets?” Emma wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I snort. “Sure. Though it’s not a secret that I’m a massive dork.”

Emma laughs. “True, I noticed the mini painting area over there in the corner. Do you have those magnifying glasses that help you see the details?”

I’m not sure if I should admit the depth of my commitment to the hobby, but I don’t want to lie. “I do.”

Her eyes light up and she bursts out laughing. “Is it a monocle? Oh my god, that’s hilarious.”

I can’t tell if she’s laughing at me, but given my track record with people making fun of my interests, it’s likely. My pride stings.

She must see my reaction. “Oh, in a good way! That’s so fucking cute, Ren. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

My face flames, but secret pleasure at her words coils in my chest. She thinks one of the dorkiest things about me is cute.

“O-okay. Sure. I’ll be right back!” I lean down and kiss her on the cheek, then scramble away before I do something stupid like show her the magnifying monocle and kill all of her desire to have sex with me.

It doesn’t take fifteen minutes. Or twenty. It takes a fucking hour to find some magic lube.

Gods, I’m an idiot. Wesley wasn’t home. I knew that he was out of town, but in my lust-addled state, I forgot.

So I had to drive from his place over to see if my mothman friend, Tomas, was home.

He was, but happened to be in the midst of his own fun with his human mate.

Fun that I rudely interrupted by pounding on his door.

By the time Tomas made himself decent and found an unopened jar of the special magic lube, I was mortified and defeated.

The whole drive home, I chastise myself. There’s no way Emma stuck around for an hour. Maybe if I’d gotten her number like any reasonable person would’ve, I could have texted her to let her know about the delay. But no. I had my chance, and I blew it. I’ll never see her again.

Those thoughts vanish when I get home, and her car is still parked in front of my house.

She stayed.

I rush inside.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, I?—”

When I get to the bedroom, I freeze. Emma’s still here, and she’s asleep in my bed, Mango curled up on top of the blanket beside her. I glance around and see her sweater and jeans draped over my desk chair, which means she’s mostly naked and in my bed.

I simultaneously want to crow with delight that she felt safe enough to fall asleep here, and scream in frustration that I took so fucking long to come back that she had time to fall asleep.

She looks like a fairytale princess with her raven locks fanned across a pillow, her plush lips slightly parted and her cheeks tinged with a light flush. My chest squeezes painfully. The woman I’m infatuated with is in my bed. She’s here, and she wants me, and she said she’d go on a date.

Mango lets out a disgruntled sound as I lift her off the bed and set her out in the hall with a kiss on the head.

I love my precious baby, but I don’t want her to disturb Emma’s rest by climbing all over her in the middle of the night when she decides she’s sick of being in the bedroom like she does to me most nights.

Emma doesn’t stir as I move to lie on the bed beside her, and when I stroke her arm tentatively, she turns onto her side to curl against my chest, letting out a contented, sleepy sigh.

Gods . I was excited about the prospect of sex, but this? Having Emma nestled against me, being able to wrap my arms around her and breathe in her scent as she rests in my embrace? This here is bliss.