Page 6 of Guarded by the Hellhound (Accidental Monsters #3)

KATHERINE

I don’t know how fast I need to move to get myself under the covers.

I pull them up to my chin, my tight nipples not escaping my notice.

I squeeze my thighs together. I can’t believe the physical reaction I’m having to this man—hound—male.

The lights are still off, so I can only see his form, illuminated by the moon.

He takes off his jacket, shoes, and dress shirt.

His slacks are next, and I am practically salivating at the show he is putting on for me.

I can’t see much, but what I do see is making my head spin.

Could this be Stockholm Syndrome? Or PTSD? Or am I really losing my mind?

“Like what you see?” he smirks as he unbuttons his pants.

I lick my lips, too tongue-tied to answer him, but I’m fully enjoying the show.

He smirks before pressing his pants down and stepping out of them.

He neatly folds them over the chair where his other clothes are stacked, then turns to me.

Slowly, he walks over to the bed, and I forget to breathe.

He is lean, but his muscles are well-defined, and his torso is a work of art.

Tattoos swirl across his chest, arms, and shoulders, and I believe his back is inked just as much as his front.

He slides under the covers next to me, one hand behind his head as he closes his eyes.

“Goodnight, Katherine,” he rumbles in that deep voice of his.

I lay next to him - strung tight like a bow.

Is he serious? Is he seriously going to sleep?

After all that… and then the teasing… I angrily turn around with my back towards him.

I am way too tense to go to sleep right now, and I’m absolutely sure he knows it, so I just stare into the dark.

I'm wondering what the hell I’m doing and what is going on.

Behind me, I feel Raider turning towards me, and I instinctively relax when his big body makes contact with mine.

I sigh and melt into him as he flings an arm around me.

“You need some help getting to sleep, Katherine?” he breathes softly in my ear, making me shiver all over.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I object.

He chuckles, caressing the skin above my pajama top with his fingers. “I think you do, Katherine.” He cups my breast over my pajamas, and I let out a little moan.

“I smell your arousal, Katherine; I can make all your worries go away for a while, make you feel so good like you haven’t felt in ages.

” He presses himself closer to me, and I feel his cock against my back.

I moan, arching my back, searching for friction, but he pulls me against him tightly, holding me still. He gently massages my breast.

“What do you say, Katherine? Can I make you feel good?”

I whimper; my mind is spinning; what am I doing? I can’t, I think. But I want to… I want to… So, so much.

“I need your words, Katherine,” he says again, licking the side of my neck up to my ear.

“Yes!” I exclaim because even though I have no idea what’s going on, I want what he is offering me—a couple of minutes of oblivion, only him .

He tweaks my nipple, and I let out a yelp.

“Yes, what?” he commands.

“Yes, sir,” I respond automatically, something clicking into place inside of me. I feel his smile against my neck as he lets go of my breast and moves his hand under my top, going back to my nipple again.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. “Just feel…”

I whimper, but I do exactly as he says. I close my eyes and feel. The roughness of his calloused fingers as they skid across my soft belly to the underside of my breast. I arch into him, and this time, he lets me. I press my ass against his hard cock, and he tweaks my nipple again.

“Uh-uh,” he says. “No topping from the bottom. I am in control. You just have to do as I say.”

I moan loudly, melting into him even more.

His seduction is a slow one. He is playing my body like a virtuoso plays his instrument.

His fingers tread lightly across my skin, setting me on fire everywhere he touches me.

It has been so, so long. When he is done with my first breast and moving on to the next, I am already a mess, writhing and panting.

His other hand slips under me to take a possessive hold of my neck to keep me still.

The force of his dominance sends sparks of arousal through my body.

He kisses my shoulder, and when he starts plucking on my other nipple, I begin to beg.

“Please, please, Raider.”

“Please, what?” he says with a squeeze of my neck.

“Please touch me,” I say before I quickly add: “Sir.”

“Good girl,” he rewards me as his hand slips into the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” He cups my pussy, pressing his dick into my ass.

“YES,” I moan. Lust is filling my brain. I can’t think of anything other than my climax and how I am going to reach it.

He pushes my thighs apart with his leg, and his hand slips between my folds; I am soaked.

“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear. “You are all nice and wet for me.” He slides a finger inside of me, moaning into my ear. “I can’t wait to sink into that sweet, sweet heat of yours.” He adds another finger.

“You’re so tight, Katherine. I need to stretch you out a bit before you can take my cock…” The thought alone has me bucking against his hand. He squeezes my neck tightly at the same time. He fastens his hold on my pussy.

“Uh-uh, Katherine, nice and steady… Until I say so.”

I whimper, I need to cum, is he going to deny me?

As if he’s reading my thoughts, he slides his fingers out of my pussy, before plunging them back in again.

And again. And again. The man owns my pussy, his fingers glide nice and easily with how wet I am, and the palm of his hand is grinding on my clit.

I am panting, and stars are dancing at the lines of my vision.

“Please, sir, please let me cum,” I whimper.

“Do you need to cum, Katherine?”

“YES!” I exclaim when he curls his fingers just right. “Please, sir, I need to cum. Please, please, please.”

“You beg so prettily,” he whispers in my ears. His fingers are pumping in and out of me with more force now. “Will you beg me for my cock? Will you beg me to fill you up, to fuck you deep and hard before I spill my seed inside of you?”

The image of me begging for his cock and him filling me has me flowing over the edge.

“Good girl,” he praises me while he holds me tight, curling his fingers and pressing his palm into my clit to let me ride out the waves of my orgasm .

He only lets go of me when I’m utterly spent. He pulls out his fingers and brings them to my mouth.

“Taste yourself, Katherine,” he commands, and I open up.

“Now let me taste you.” He turns my head towards him for a slow, soft, almost tender kiss. Then he straightens my clothes and pulls me against him.

“Sleep,” he whispers in my ear. And I sleep.