Page 5 of Hard As Cake (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #1)

Chapter Five

FIADH

I could feel the prick of his claws around my waist, just enough to let me know they were there but not enough to hurt.

The word ‘why?’ hung in the air between us, a question that pulled my stuttering mind over the short sequence of our communications. He said human, I said fuck me, he said why.

He said Why.

There was something swelling between my legs. I could feel it, hotter than the tail my legs were wrapped around, a focal point of heat that was pressing against my opening, pushing up against my lower lips to give a firm pressure. He was holding me there against it.

My next words caught in my mouth, and I held them there, tasting them, rolling them around as I weighed them against the total sum of my experiences, against the desire that had caused me to turn back to that page over and over again. I weighed them against the shame I had felt when one of those assholes had called me a wannabe monsterfucker, shame that came because it was true, shame I knew I didn’t need to feel, but couldn’t quite escape.

The only options at the school were monsters.

I stared at that page in the book because the idea of being with a monster who showed who he was on the outside called to me. I’d rather be a monsterfucker than a woman who settled for a partner who pretended to be a man so that he could hurt me.

I opened my mouth to let the words out.

“Why not?” I asked him.

His thumbs were over my hipbones, and one of them began to move, tracing a circle around the edge of it, shifting the fabric as the gentle touch was fuel on the flames of my desire.

“I am in my mating cycle,” came the low voice from the darkness. “I will rut you until I am satiated.”

Out of the pot and into the fire.

The urgent heat between my legs was ready to ignite.

“Is that a promise?” I asked, barely believing the words coming out of my own mouth.

I heard him suck in a harsh breath and the pressure between my legs increased. I shifted my hips, rolling them forward to press my nub against it, to rock myself into the pressure. Pleasure spiked through me, and I pulled in my own sharp gasp.

“You can still leave,” he growled as his hands tensed around my waist.

He was willing to let me go?

The thought shifted my perception of the situation. Yes, I was clearly hot for him, that was apparent from my inappropriate behavior, but at the same time, there had been the added element of the fact that part of me was afraid for my life. If he wanted to bone me, maybe he wouldn’t off me.

Except he just said I could leave.

He wanted me.

The Princes didn’t want me; they wanted to hurt me. They wanted to use me, to use my body for their amusement, to torture me so that they could protect one of their own. They didn’t care about what I wanted. If I ran from them, they wouldn’t let me go. They would have hunted me down and hurt everyone around me to teach me a lesson.

This monster wanted me, and he was willing to let me go.

Except he also said he was going to rut me like a wild beast. If I stayed instead of leaving, what was I committing to?

“Will you let me go after if I stay?” I asked, just to clarify.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice as dark as the shadows that surrounded us.

I swallowed and rocked my hips, more deliberately this time. I slid over the raised mound between my legs, dragging my wet lips against it.

He let out a low hiss, his hands relaxing and tightening on my hips, both of his thumbs trailing circles around my hipbones. I couldn’t see his face in the darkness. I couldn’t see what was pressing up against me in between my legs.

I didn’t know what I was getting into. The book didn’t detail Naga anatomy.

I didn’t care.

I hadn’t hooked up with anyone at this school because of what Becky told me about the fish hatchery. I knew the danger that came with thinking I could fall in love with a ‘Proper Student’. We were nothing to them. Nothing but toys to be used and discarded.

I knew I wasn’t anything to this naga. He didn’t know me. He wasn’t in love with me. I was just some woman who fell on top of him and started dry humping him in the darkness. This could be a one-night thing, just a fantasy for me to claim for myself, something to hold on to.

Someone to make me forget the real horrors of the world.

“If you keep moving, I will penetrate you,” he said.

“Do it,” I said, sliding myself against him again, rocking with the urgency of my own need to have something that I chose, something for myself.

“No,” he hissed.

Then I felt something wrap around my waist, thick and warm like his body, rough and textured. It was his tail. He lifted me up, hoisting me up in the air like I weighed nothing.

“First, I will eat you,” he growled.

My delusions of monsterfuckery shattered against the sudden reality of his words. Eat me? Of course, he would eat me. He was a Dungeon monster! Here I was thinking I was about to get railed, and instead I was faced with the reality of what would actually happen if you ran up to an apex predator and rubbed on it.

I was going to get devoured.

“Please don’t eat me,” I squeaked out like a mouse, and his coils tightened around my waist.