Page 28 of Kael (Monsters & Mates #2)

He shifts awkwardly. “I was… compelled.”

My heart damn near breaks. “Kael.”

I reach for him again, letting my fingers trail down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, lower still. He doesn’t flinch—he leans in. His body hums beneath my touch, his breath hitching every time I graze a sensitive spot.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper.

His answer is immediate. “With everything.”

“Then let me take care of you.”

He gives the faintest nod. It’s all I need.

I move slowly, letting him feel every moment. My hands explore the deep blue of his skin, learning his shape, the places where he tenses and the places where he shudders. His body isn’t like any I’ve touched before—larger, denser, other—but it’s his, and I want every inch of it.

Kael’s head tips back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut, his lips parted as if he’s barely breathing. He’s never done this. Never felt this way. And now, here he is—laid bare, letting me lead.

“You feel amazing,” I murmur, voice thick with awe, every word trembling with the weight of how much I mean it.

Kael’s eyes flutter open, their glow softer now, almost shy. Vulnerable in a way that knocks the breath out of me. “So do you,” he murmurs, and there’s a reverence in his tone that goes straight to my chest.

His hand lifts, tentative at first—like he’s afraid I might disappear if he touches me too roughly.

But then his clawlike fingers graze my chest, slow and searching, mapping the curve of my ribs, the dip of my waist. His touch is warm, a little unsure but achingly intentional, as if he’s learning me by sensation alone.

When his hand finally wraps around my cock, I suck in a sharp breath, my hips jolting before I can stop them.

His grip is gentle, almost hesitant, but the effect is devastating.

Pleasure crackles through me, sharp and sudden, chasing up my spine.

Each stroke is slow and deliberate, his glowing gaze fixed on me like he’s memorising every gasp, every hitch in my breath, every twitch beneath his palm.

I’m already too close. Embarrassingly close. My thighs tremble with the effort to hold back.

“I—fuck, Kael. That’s—yeah. Just like—” My words break off in a gasp as I press my forehead into the crook of his neck, desperate to ground myself. “Okay, I have to slow down, or I’m gonna—fuck.” I arch back.

Kael’s lips curl, smug and pleased, and of course the bastard loves it. He’s proud of every unravelling second.

I huff out a shaky laugh and lean in to kiss along his jaw, open-mouthed and slow.

His skin tastes faintly of minerals, like the first drops of rain hitting sun-warmed stone—strange and addictive and uniquely him.

My tongue flicks out, chasing the flavour as I trail lower, kissing down his throat, his chest, then lower still.

When I nudge his thighs apart, he goes rigid—nervous—but I pause, resting a hand on his stomach. I glance up, giving him the space to stop me. “This okay?”

His eyes meet mine, glowing like wildfire in the dark. His breath catches, and then he nods—tiny, breathless. “Yes. I want it. I want… you.”

My chest aches with how much I want him too. I press a kiss to his inner thigh, soft and adoring, and the bond between us pulses—thick with heat, with promise, with the unbearable sweetness of anticipation. His skin is warm beneath my lips, trembling.

And then I move lower.

“I trust you,” he says.

And bloody hell—I trust him too.

That thought floods me the moment I take him into my mouth, and something inside clicks. Not just metaphorically. It’s tangible. Real. Like a jigsaw piece sliding into place, locking in a part of the bond.

I feel it everywhere.

Him.

In my chest. In my breath. In the frantic rhythm of my heart that now pulses in time with his. Deeper than pleasure. Deeper than desire. I feel him .

Kael groans above me, hands fisting the sheets, glowing markings flickering in wild, frantic bursts across his arms and chest like stars caught in a storm.

His hips stutter, control fraying at the edges, and I hold him steady, grounding him—not just with touch but with everything I am as I suck him deeply.

There’s nothing cautious or uncertain in him anymore.

Only need.

Only me.

He whispers something unrecognisable in Glowranthian, voice wrecked and full of devotion I don’t need to understand to feel. It wraps around me like a promise as I lick up the length of him, my grip firm and gently stroking the part of him I can’t cram into my mouth.

Maybe one day I’ll take all of him—bury him so deep, he forgets his own name. But it’s been a long time since I deep-throated anyone. And never someone Kael’s size.

Still, I’m greedy. I want to feel the stretch, the ache, the weight of him on my tongue like a promise. I wrap my lips around the thick head and sink down slowly, inch by inch, letting my spit slick his length as I work him deeper.

He groans—low and ragged, like it’s dragging out of his chest against his will—and fuck, it’s addictive. His hips twitch, but he doesn’t thrust. Not yet. He’s holding back for me. Letting me have this.

I moan around him, the vibration pulling another sharp breath from Kael. My fingers dig into his thighs as I bob faster now, sucking him in with messy, wet sounds, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth. He tastes like heat and salt and something wild, something fucking delicious.

His claws scrape the air beside me, his body trembling with restraint, but I can feel it—how close he is to losing control. And bloody hell, I want that. I want him wrecked, undone, roaring my name as he fucks my throat like he owns it.

And maybe, just maybe… he does.

When he finally spills, it’s sudden—hot and overwhelming. I pull back just slightly, lips still wrapped around the head of his cock as thick pulses of cum flood my mouth. I try to swallow, but there’s so much. It spills past my lips, warm and viscous, dripping down my chin and onto my hand.

Fuck.

His taste hits me hard—like warm cinnamon chased with the earthy sweetness of summer rain.

It clings to my tongue, and I savour it, like I could memorise the exact flavour of him, burn it into my senses.

I let the luminous fluid trail down my fingers, watching it glisten in the low light, slow and syrupy, and for a moment, I’m just… mesmerised.

I give him two slow, firm strokes, feeling the way his body twitches with every aftershock, before something tightens deep inside me—my breath hitching, muscles coiling. That tension, sharp and sudden, takes me by surprise.

And just like that, I’m gone.

Holy fuck.

My orgasm shoots through me, so fast and unexpected that I shudder and jolt.

It’s like a live wire lit up my spine, sizzling through every nerve as I cry out—louder than I mean to.

My hand clenches around him instinctively, milking the last of him as my thighs twitch and my vision whites out at the edges.

I barely manage a breath before collapsing against his thigh, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick.

Jesus. I just short-circuited.

Kael’s whole body is taut, trembling beneath mine. His chest rises and falls rapidly, like he’s struggling to catch up with himself—like the world tilted beneath him, and he’s only just feeling the shift.

I wipe the corner of my mouth, eyes locked on him, and I swear… I feel it.

My lips are swollen, my chest heaving. I barely manage to crawl up his body before collapsing against him, my cheek pressed to his shoulder, the wild thrum of our shared heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I’m breathless. Wrecked. Floating in a way I never expected.

“How?” I whisper, half dazed.

Kael’s body shudders again. I feel it against mine—every tremble of relief, every shiver of bliss, every ripple of emotion breaking beneath his skin. “I… don’t know.”

But I do.

It pulses through me—warm and certain.

Our hearts.

They’re beating as one.

I press a hand to his chest, then to mine. Same rhythm. Same tempo. I glance up at him, eyes wide. “Wait. You said sex wasn’t part of the bonding.”

Kael lets out a sound—half laugh, half groan. “It’s not. I swear. At least… not from anything I’ve ever read or heard.”

I frown, thinking it through. Then it hits me. “Trust,” I say softly. “That’s what was missing.”

His arms tighten around me. “Yes.”

“For both of us,” I murmur. “That was it.”

The weight of what we’ve just done settles in slowly—not heavy, but solid. Real. And I know, beyond doubt, there’s only one part of the bond left to complete.

My thoughts drift, not to that, but to what comes next. To tomorrow.

To Varek.

To Jack. And Solan. And the theory that keeps swirling through my mind about the rifts and what—or who—might be behind them.

I lift my head, pressing a kiss to Kael’s shoulder. “There’s a meeting tomorrow. With Varek. Jack and Solan asked me to be there. I want you to come with me.”

He studies me for a long beat, searching. “You want me there… as your guard?”

“No.” I shake my head, meeting his eyes. “I want you there as mine.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, but I feel it. That soft, low yes that ripples through our bond. And with it… the terrifying, wonderful realisation that this is just the beginning.

But also…

Holy fucking shitballs— luminous spunk! If unicorns were real, would their cum be just like this, but maybe with sparkles?

Something I can consider another time when I’m not so close to passing out.