Page 24 of My Monster’s Keeper

Frost

I turn my head on the pillow and watch her sleep. The dreams have been coming a lot at night. I wonder if it’s because of where we are or maybe because of us. With a deep sigh, she snuggles deeper, moving closer towards me.

I reach up my hand cautiously and, using the back of my index finger, stroke her cheek. Even if the others wanted her, it would never be safe for me to have her.

I’m more dangerous than Puppy.

I have less control than him, too.

The last thing I want is to see her all barbecued or turned into a block of ice because I lost control.

No, it’s better if I keep my distance.

I remove my hand and find instead the nightmare on the other side of her watching me with knowing eyes.

“They pushed you out because you were strong, not because you were weak.”

“It doesn’t matter why they did it,” I say as I roll out of bed. “It matters what I do.”

Stix follows me into the bathroom, where I strip out of my clothes and get in the shower. He stands at the edge of the water spray, and his eyes travel down my body in appreciation.

I ignore him. The Fae never had issues around sexuality in the courts.

Male, female, or other, so long as it could say yes…

but sometimes they didn’t care if it said yes.

If I said yes. Periodically, I would be dragged back to the courts and forced to live there until they got bored with me and banished me again.

I prefer the wilds over the cruelty of my own kind.

Hmm.

Not the time.

I shampoo my long hair with the same shampoo that she uses and pause, surrounded by her scent.

Except it’s not the same, it’s like something is missing .

“You feel it, too. The connection. You’re the one fighting the most to ignore it.”

“The risk of accidentally killing her is much higher than with the rest of you.”

“The Grim would disagree-”

“The Grim would be intentional, not accidental. Who shall I test it on? Who shall I lose control with to see if Becky Dawson can withstand everything I have to offer?”

His eyebrows raise. “Test it on me.”

“What?” I ask in shock.

Stix’s clothes vanish, and he steps into the shower. Tall and lithe, proportionate in a way that is similar to my people.

Blood pounds in my ears.

“What are you doing?”

Stix moves under the spray, which has turned cold as ice.

“You can’t hurt me, so let’s practice. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Frost. Let me help you.”

I have no words as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I can’t get my head around this. He is Shadow kin. I am Fae, our species never.

“Stop thinking and kiss me back, Frost.”

I respond to his demand instantly, sliding my hands up his muscled back and pulling him into me. He feels so good, so hard against my body.

How long has it been since I was touched?

Fingers glide up my thighs, and I fall drunk at the dark taste of him. Everywhere he touches, I feel alive, out of control. Fire licks our skin, but he leans into it, pressing me against the shower tiles.

He drags his mouth from mine and drops down to his knees, kissing a fiery trail all the way down.

I’m hard for him. So hard. It should be wrong, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

He nuzzles my cock, turning his face to kiss my balls.

I reach down, intending to grab my cock, but I end up with my fingers curled in hair, losing my damn mind as his mouth, that hot cavern, closes over my cock.

And I am ice.

Stix hisses and sucks harder. I glance down and see a mist cloud come out of his mouth.

“No, it’s not working-”

“Practice,” Stix retorts. “You can’t hurt me, Fae. Just use me to practice.”

Use him ?

I want to ask what that means, but he just kisses down the side of my cock and then back up the underside, flicking his tongue over the tip.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” I murmur, but I can barely think, barely get the words out past the moans.

He takes me deep into his mouth and then further impaling himself as deep as he can. Hot, tight heat.

His hand grips the base of my cock, stroking and pulling in a rhythmic pattern that has me thrusting into his mouth.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” I grit out.

Stix pulls off my cock, water pouring down his face, and smiles.

“You can’t.”

Those sinister eyes I hated so much when I first met him see into me now, and I don’t hate him. Not at all.

This is us.

I don’t even know what it is, but it feels right.

I guide him back to my cock. I thrust into his mouth, pulling him down on me, grunting with the effort, my jaw locked as I crash faster and faster into an explosion that has me crying out. I spurt into his hot mouth, dying inside and happily so.

Stix pulls off my cock, milking me with his hand as he stands, covering my mouth with his, grinding his own huge erection into me.

I slump, shuddering, my cock twitches, and he holds me up. Stroking me gently. Kissing my lips gently, my face and neck. Everywhere, I’m surrounded by him, and I don’t know what to think of it.

“Don’t think of it,” Stix murmurs.

I startle. “You can hear thoughts?”

“Only when you’re relaxed. And I haven’t been able to hear her since Diablos put that binding on her.”

I nuzzle into him, licking a wet drip off his throat.

He purrs.

It’s dark, it’s frightening, but it has my dick twitching.

“I didn’t hurt you.” I sag with relief.

“No, you didn’t,” Stix whispers and leans in close, his lips just a fraction of a distance away from mine. “But let’s try again just to be sure.”