Page 79 of Monster's Melody

The minute we made it across the threshold, he backed me up against the bedroom door and kissed me voraciously.

A moment later, The Hissies yanked him away from me, then shoved their way between us and immediately started hissing.

Bad.

Jazzy.

Smell.

Like.

Owl.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You played with Ash while we were gone, didn’t you?”Vorzak grinned at me.

“Of course not.”I’d only cuddled her.We didn’t really play.

She wasn’t a cat, after all.

Unfortunately.

I did play with Miki-Leopard though.

I wasn’t going to tell them that, of course.

“I can’t believe you,” Vorzak said.“You couldn’t even restrain yourself for three days.”

“It was a very long three days,” I said.“Maybe you and The Hissies should work on replacing my current scent with your own.”

“Good idea,” Vorzak yanked me into his arms and kissed me.

“Why were you gone so long?”I growled as I struggled to pull off his shirt, an effort made more difficult by The Hissies who were weaving everywhere, wrapping around me and tangling me up as they nipped and rubbed me all over.

Clearly, they were taking their job of replacing Ash’s scent with their own very seriously.

“It wasn’t that long,” he said as our clothes crumbled, yet another outfit of mine sacrificed to The Hissies’ venom.

Vorzak made a grunt of satisfaction as he lifted my legs and hooked them around his hips, plastering us skin-to-skin.

He took two steps forward to shove me up against the door again, then plunged home.

His cock sank deep, the ridges and bumps scraping the walls of my pussy and making me cry out and clutch him closer.

“Vorzak,” I wailed, writhing, as The Hissies wound around us both, melding us together, then struck.

The sharp stings of their bites morphed into pleasure as heat surged through my veins.

Vorzak stumbled with me to the bed, where we fell and rolled across it, The Hissies rolling with us, somehow disentangling themselves at critical moments so they were never crushed, but then reattaching themselves moments later.

The hours passed in a haze of pleasure as the two of us—thesevenof us—came together in a storm of passion, then broke apart, only to lunge for each other once more.

“I’ve been thinking of names for the Hissies,” I announced in one of the lulls between passionate bouts.

Vorzak groaned.“The little bastards are going to be impossible to live with if you actually give them names.”

“What do you think of Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Velma and Fred?”