Page 16 of My Monster’s Keeper

Becky

I get off the toilet and bitch and moan under my breath for a few minutes. Fucking cramps. They aren’t normally this bad, but sometimes, under stress, I’ve noticed they just get teeth. I search through the cupboards, hunting for a pad or a tampon, anything. I’m sure I bought some.

I kick my shorts to the corner of the room and then pause as something out of the corner of my eyes catches my attention. I turn slowly to look in the corner. Puppy is sniffing my shorts. He steps onto the floor, off the freaking wall, and his eyes flick up to me.

His tail moves sinuously behind him as he slowly moves closer. Oh, god. The way his eyes fix on the junction of my legs makes me weak.

I’m not sure why I feel so vulnerable right now, but I glance at the door. My chest is heaving. Stix and Wilder are on the other side. Would they wake up if I shouted?

“Puppy,” I warn.

He sniffs the air and shifts suddenly into his human form, standing tall and inhaling the air again like a cop in a donut shop.

“You bleed.”

“Yes, it happens,” I say testily.

He frowns, and his tongue flicks the air again. I just…I don’t know what the hell happens, but I see his tongue and remember how it felt in my throat, and I’m suddenly not just bleeding. I’m hot, aroused. Needy.

He inhales, and his eyes start to glow.

“You’re bleeding,” Puppy croons. He takes a step towards me.

“If you come near me, I will shove Frost’s blade up your ass and think of an inferno.” Do I mean that? Not sure.

Puppy giggles. Chuckles. I don’t know what the sound is, but it’s creepy and sends a throb between my thighs.

My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I would sell my soul for a pair of jeans right now.

The floor is cold, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything but watch as he shifts those incredible muscles.

Holy shit, oh, shit. I tense, shifting on the balls of my feet, but he throws out shadows and captures my ankles and wrists. My wrists snap up to the ceiling while my legs are stretched out.

“You shouldn’t be-”

He reaches out, and a black shadow snaps across my mouth. I stare down at him as he lowers to his knees in front of me. What is he going to do?

There’s this delicious mix of fear and want and need inside me.

This is so wrong, but it feels so very, very right.

His tongue flicks out, touching my thigh. I jerk and let out a muffled squeal. He glances up at me, and then he flicks his tongue in again, and, this time, it’s where I need it, crave it. He licks from back to front, slowly, leisurely. Rubbing my pussy lips with enough friction to make me whimper.

I groan, yanking against the restraints on my wrists, every movement affecting that hot, wet slide of his tongue on my aching cunt.

When I look down, his eyes meet mine. Intense, broody, hungry.

This isn’t right. No one has ever…I’m bleeding! I inhale deeply through my nose, aching and clenching on air.

He shifts closer, putting his hands on my thighs, exploring, licking.

Once he starts, he’s so diligent in his efforts that I end up losing thought of anything else but his tongue.

Pressure builds up, a heavy weight pressing on my lower abdomen.

I’ve given up protesting, just hanging in his restraints and making occasional whimpers.

I thrust my hips helplessly. The thick muscle undulates over my clit, flicking and licking through every fold and crevasse of flesh, and then he finds my entrance. All the blood. Just thinking about it makes me wetter.

This is so wrong.

We both pause while the tip of the tongue traces the ring of muscle. I feel a sharp pain and a gush of fluid. I look down at him, and he groans, and his eyes close.

Oh, fuck.

His tongue surges inside me, and I cry out. I don’t care that my mouth is covered; I cry against bonds because it feels so good.

I feel so full. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, flicking my clit as his tongue moves back into his mouth .

He glances up at me and waves his finger. The shadow over my mouth vanishes.

I let out a keening whine that fills the whole bathroom. “I need more.”

“Then scream,” Puppy snarls and dives back in.

His tongue invades in a way no penis or mouth or tongue has ever done before. He’s rubs my inner walls with thick, undulating, swirling movements, fucking in and out of me. I whimper and thrust against him. Grinding my blood and arousal onto his face.

Pressure builds and builds, and nothing matters, not the risk of death, not the others in the next room.

I scream, my voice echoing all around us.

All that matters is fucking this Grim’s tongue.

I fall over the highest cliff, clenching around his tongue.

He jerks, his fingers digging into my thighs in surprise, and then he relaxes into it, going deeper as he rides the waves of my shattered body.

I slump in the bonds as the door rips off its hinges. I don’t even have the energy to care.

Puppy withdraws, leaving me feeling sensitive and sated. He goes up to the corner of the roof and sits there in the shadows, glaring with rage at Wilder, Frost, and Stix.

I’m still trying to catch my breath, but the shadows aren’t letting me go. Stix flicks his hands, and I collapse to the floor.

From the ceiling, there is a very threatening rattle. But, for the first time, I know it’s not directed at me.

“You bleed, human,” Frost says. “Are you injured?”

I shake my head, exhaling hard through my nose. The cramps feel better. “No, I’m not injured. This is normal. Women of my species bleed once a month.”

“That’s not very safe,” Stix says with concern. “Blood would attract predators. Are you sure he didn’t hurt you? You seem out of sorts? Exhausted, like you’ve done battle.”

I shudder, thinking about Puppy’s tongue inside me. Shit. God help me, but I want him again.

Stix helps me up, and I shudder as his touch grazes my sensitive breasts. He pauses and inhales before twisting to look at me harder.

“Do you need…”

He trails off and doesn’t finish that sentence, but my cheeks are burning.

His eyes go blank, and then he walks into my bedroom.

“Diablos! Come here now, it’s an emergency and bring your human consort.”

Human consort? Wait! What? I haven’t got clothes on. I rush into my room and just manage to get some clothes on before Diablos appears in a cloud of smoke .

Hartley sits on the edge of my bed and rubs his eyes. “I’m too old for this bullshit. I need eight hours to be pretty.”

“You look beautiful, my pet.”

I look between them both and then at Stix.

“Our human bleeds, and she smells strange.”

Diablos’ eyebrows hit his hairline. He casts such a panicked look at Hartley that I almost laugh. Almost. If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I might laugh.

Diablos delicately sniffs the air and then snorts and goes to stand stiffly with Hartley. “Human females bleed to get ready to create spawns.” There is a shifting of my monsters around me. I snarl at them.

There will be no fucking spawns, full stop.

“What is that other scent? I’ve smelled it occasionally, but I’m not sure what it means.” Stix folds his long arms over his chest and looks at Wilder and Frost. They nod, confirming the smell.

My cheeks flame because I have a damn good idea of what that scent is, and I do not want to be having or hearing this conversation.

Diablos looks up at the roof, at the floor, at the wall, back at the roof. “Male humans get hard,” Diablos coughs, “down there. Females of the species get wet to allow them to take the male into her body. I believe you smelled her musk that she puts out to say she is receptive to mating.”

Oh, fuck no.

“We are not having this conversation!” I shriek.

Hartley gives me a look of deep sympathy. “From experience, it’s better to get these things out in the open now.”

“She was showing her interest?” Stix asks in excitement. “She was receptive to us?”

“Yes, her body was saying yes,” Diablos confirms with a glance at Hartley.

“She needs to say it, too,” Hartley throws in desperately. “In words, out loud.”

“Pupil changes, skin colour, breathing, her scent, the nipples tighten, her voice will get soft or deeper, all normal changes of a human wanting to breed.” Diablos lists off a fucking encyclopedia of ridiculous nonsense.

WANTING TO brEED? Like fucking hell!

Stix glares at Diablos. “That is a request, is it not?”

The big demon hesitates and then dips his head. “Yes. ”

“Diablos, darling, we need to go,” Hartley warns and grips his arm. “Now. Right now. Hurry.”

“No, I’m helping them.”

“Uh, nope, you have never met a scarier creature in all the realms than a woman insulted while she is menstruating. We’re leaving right now.” Hartley’s urgency finally captures his mate’s attention.

Diablos looks around, confused, and spots me. He blinks three times and takes two large steps back to hide behind Hartley. “Uh, yes. Well, you’re on your own. I suggest you talk to her.”

Frost turns and spots me and takes a healthy step back. Even Puppy is still in his ceiling hidey hole.

The demonic couple vanishes, leaving me with only my rage to make me feel better. Stix turns to me and presses his lips together.

“Do you want to breed?”

I let out a wordless roar and pick up the nearest object, a coffee cup, and hurl it at the wall.

Puppy starts to laugh, and that’s it, I can’t take anymore. I throw myself downstairs, hearing them following me until I get to the front door. I pull on the handle, but it slams shut.

“Do you want us?” Frost whispers in my ear. “Are you receptive to us, little human?”

My anger slides away. I clutch at it, trying to recall it, but I can’t. I shudder, fighting the urge to lean back into him.

“You smell like you want to,” he whispers. “Can I feel?”

I know the others are watching. But I’m humiliated, and my body is aching.

And I’m lonely. I should say no, but what happens instead is that I nod my head.

He reaches down, slips under the track pants I pulled on, between us, and slips his finger into my folds from behind.

I groan at the feel of him, and my hips twitch back against him.

“So hot, so wet,” Frost murmurs. “This is not how my people do things.”

I want to ask, but he’s figured out to rub against my movements. I shift my hips, and when he pushes, his fingers slip inside me.

He lets out a deep sound in his chest. One of pleasure and masculine approval.

“So wet. But you’re hurting. Why are you hurting?” Frost whispers.

“The cramps hurt.” It took me a moment to clear my throat, but I get the words out. “This helps. Don’t stop, please. ”

“Do you want us?” Frost purrs in my ear.

I feel a blast of cold from his fingers and moan.

I fuck myself on his hand, so very aware of the eyes in the room watching.

My speed increases, and I pant and claw at the door as my body tightens around his fingers.

I let out a gasp, my eyes going wide. I stare straight into Puppy’s monstrous face and come again, even harder.

“Yes!” I scream. “I want you.”

When I’m still using the door to hold me up, Frost pulls his fingers from me and turns away. Wilder takes his place, and instead of touching me, he picks me up and carries me back up the stairs and into bed.

“Sleep now, strange little warrior.”

I mutter under my breath. But my eyes go wide when instead of Stix crawling into bed with us, Puppy does. He brushes my hair back from my face and touches his tongue to my cheek. It takes me a moment to realise he’s tasting my tears.

“Thank you.”

He frowns slightly and then shuffles closer. His body is hot, but it feels so good against my aching body. I tuck myself into his hold and exhale softly.

“You’d be the first person to ever trust a Grim,” Wilder says softly. “No one gives them kindness.”

I don’t answer Wilder, but the words play on my mind, and I wonder if that’s true of all four of them. Who has shown them kindness? I reach back and take the Fae’s hand, tugging it around me and cradling it between Puppy and my body.

My sleep is full of dreams that don’t make sense. Grant plays at the back of my mind, teasing me with his deep frown. He keeps asking me to find him.

Sine appears laughing and telling me that I’ve missed the point. That I’ve missed the biggest clue.

Wilder, Frost, Puppy, and Stix are in trouble, I can feel it in my dreams, but, no matter where I look, I can’t find them, and when I wake up in the middle of the night, Puppy is licking my tears from my face.

Our eyes meet, and I reach out and cup his cheek.

“Don’t go away tonight. Just stay here.”

He blinks, confused, and then frowns. “You are mine until I eat you,” Puppy snarls softly. “I don’t leave my prey. ”

I snuggle in closer to him, and, on impulse, kiss his lips. The kiss startles both of us. His eyes are still wide and staring at me. I hesitate, and then soften the kiss, tugging his bottom lip and tracing the seam of his mouth with my tongue.

His lips part, and I tentatively push my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like darkness and whiskey. I shift close, pressing myself against him, wrapping my arms around him. He doesn’t kiss me back, but he allows me to kiss him.

I draw back, panting.

“What was the purpose?” Puppy growls.

“It’s a kiss. Just a kiss,” I say.

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

He blinks at me. “You can’t.”

“I can.”

“I’m going to eat you.”

“So you keep saying.”

We glare at each other until he suddenly rolls me on my back and straddles me.

“I’ll eat you now, then, and be done with it.”

I shrug. “I don’t believe you.”

He opens his mouth, showing all those teeth, his mouth stretches impossibly wide, and then he jumps, vanishing into the shadows. Gone. But not far.

And I’m still alive. I smile smugly and roll into Wilder. Puppy can’t eat me yet. I don’t know why that makes me so happy, it just does.