Page 4 of Hard As Cake (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #1)

Chapter Four

TYPHON

I awoke from my mating hibernation early.

The soft thud of something falling on me was the first sensation that dragged me from the depths of my slumber. My hibernation wasn’t done, and I fought the intrusion even as the soft scent trickled over me, tickling me back into the shallow levels of awareness. The scent was intoxicating, clawing at the edges of my mating rut.

Female.

Desire woke me, its harsh edges bringing me closer to a waking state. I’d sealed myself in my den to avoid this, to avoid the females of my kind. I’d planned to hibernate through this rut, avoiding the torture that the males of my kind were subjected to by our raging needs. I wasn’t ready to pursue a mate of my kind and commit myself to the type of life that would follow afterwards.

So I sealed myself away so I would have more time.

Someone had broken in.

I groaned as a soft hand slid up over my abdomen and pecs, feeling out the strength of my upper body. The intoxicating smell of her arousal filled the air, coiling around my mind, dragging me from the last vestiges of my slumber as her body shifted on top of me, rubbing against my swelling sack as the female attempted to tease my length free in my slumber.

I reached up to still her movements, my fingers wrapping around a waist that squished slightly under my fingers, soft like a pillow. There was something strange about it, and as I felt the warmth of her thighs wrapping around me, gripping me with a sensation I’d never felt before. This wasn’t the wrap of a female naga coming to violate me in my sleep.

This was someone far more delicate, more vulnerable.

“Human,” I growled out, identifying the intruder who straddled me, pressing her wet opening against the pulsing heat of my sack’s slit.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

I tensed my entire body as I gripped her, using every inch of my self control to hold my slit closed against the ache of my primal need.

Why had a human crept into my chamber? Why had a human climbed on top of me and rubbed herself against me, calling me from mating hibernation? This wasn’t a thing that humans did. Humans ran away or fought. Humans tried to kill me. Humans were the constant force of evil, the enemies that wandered the halls of my home. They were to be hunted, their corpses fed to the Dungeon.

The pulsing need in my sack paired with the intoxicating smell in the air added a new detail to my knowledge of what humans were for.

Humans could be fucked.

“Why?” I hissed.