Page 30 of My Monster’s Keeper

Becky

I walk into the newly renovated house we live in, inhale the clean smell of paint and cleaning chemicals, and exhale with a shriek as I’m shoved up against a now pristine white wall. I let out a snarl as a hand drags up the back of my thighs and squeezes my ass.

“The truce is over,” Stix growls in my ear. “We have learned and suffered and wanted for fourteen painful days, and now we’re home, and you’re going to be ours. Say it, Becky Dawson. Say all the words we’ve all been longing to hear.”

I whimper as he presses through my jeans, rubbing my cunt hard enough that I have to stand on my tiptoes. He is groping, he’s mauling me, and I’m all for it. I spread my legs wider, giving him more access.

“What truce?” I moan out. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He rubs from the front right up my ass crack and follows it until he hits the waistband of my jeans. He pulls at them, and I wonder what he’s going to do, but then the material just disintegrates, leaving me in my boots and nothing else. A second later, they fucking vanish, too.

“Where are my boots?” I snap.

“Why do you care?” Stix growls back and bites my shoulder.

I let out a yelp that turns to a wanton moan. Needle-sharp teeth. I never knew it could be so hot.

“Please, give it to me. I want it all,” I say, giving in, caving in. “I know what I’m asking. Yes, to all of it.”

The tension in the air reaches breaking point. I’ve asked. We all know what that means. I just don’t give a shit anymore.

I push against the wall, but something is holding me pinned in place.

He growls and presses against me, and, this time, there’s no clothing between us.

We’re flesh to flesh. His cock slots between my asscheeks, and it feels massive.

Holy shit, I want to see him. I need to, but no matter how hard I fight, I can’t move from where I’m pinned .

“Two weeks of agony,” Stix purrs in my ear. “Two weeks of watching you in your skin-tight clothes, smelling of want and need. Smelling of your desire to breed with us,” Stix growls.

I want to protest, but I can’t.

I did want them.

I do want them. Even now, I’m arching my ass, shoving myself back into his hips, making needy little circles as I grind my wet self shamelessly against him.

“No breeding,” I hiss in warning.

He steps back, and I let out a wordless protest, but I’m spun by invisible hands. I get a quick look and realise he’s using his shadows to hold me bound.

“Stix, you’re cheating,” I purr.

“I always cheat,” Stix stays and pushes my thighs further apart. The shadows tighten and hold them in place.

I risk a glance down, and, fuck, he is big.

The tip of his cock is black and fades to the alabaster skin at the base, but he’s got ‘for her pleasure’ additions to his cock.

I lick my lips and tilt my head to the side to get a better look.

Rows of hard-looking ridges make up the base, but then they change to spines about halfway up, and finally, the tip has what looks like a barb.

I gotta say, the longer I look, the more nervous I get. I consider crossing my legs and rescinding my agreement, but it’s been a while, and I’m already worked up. I want him, despite his strange cock.

Grant always did say I was a crazy kind of reckless, I’d try anything once.

Stix comes closer to me, and I’m flipped on my back so I’m lying in mid-air staring at the ceiling.

It’s the strangest feeling hanging in mid-air with nothing underneath, but when Stix gets closer and snarls, I refocus on the Shadow King.

He grabs his cock and rubs it against me.

The tip spurts fluid onto me, and I cry out as it immediately begins to heat.

“What is that?” I shout out. “Why is it getting hotter?”

“It will get you ready for me,” Stix says in a sexy whisper.

He continues to rub but leans over me, stroking my body with his free hand.

When he touches my nipples and I shudder, he glances back up and frowns.

He reaches out again and squeezes hard enough that it starts to hurt.

I arch my back, pushing my breast into him.

I love the pain. Give me bruises, fingerprints, make it hurt so bad it feels good .

“That’s right, the video said, how did it go?

” He lunges forward and latches onto my tit, sucking hard before letting go and doing it again.

His teeth graze my flesh, and I whimper, tilting my hips towards his.

“That porn was very useful, and I’ve spent the last two weeks thinking about this a lot. ”

“Stix, please!” I cry out, my voice breaking. “More! Harder!”

“Begging, so lovely,” Stix murmurs around my nipple. He sucks again, softer but for longer. I squirm against him, helpless in this shadow’s hold. He grazes needle-sharp teeth over my skin, causing me to shiver violently.

“Stix!” I warn, but he just laughs.

He shifts his hips, and his cock slips inside. Just a little. He freezes, lifting his head to stare at me. I sob and clench around him. I need more. He exhales roughly and thrusts his hips.

The ridges massage my inner walls, leaving me a molten mess.

I cry out, wordless.

I hear a wet splash and realise that whatever he’s done to me, our combined fluid is dripping onto the floor, and then I don’t care because he’s pressing into me. Deeper, sliding that fucked up cock of his into me, and I’d happily commit murder just to make sure this feeling doesn’t end.

Those spikes aren’t sharp. They’re a delicious friction against my inner walls, massaging and stroking with every thrust. He leans over me, his face level with mine, and the human skin vanishes, leaving the Shadow King. His green eyes glow, his mouth opens in a sickly smile.

I growl in frustration at not being able to reach him.

He hesitates before clarity spreads a smile across his face. He leans down and pushes his tongue into my mouth.

My eyes widen. It’s like Puppy’s but not as long. It’s forked. My mind melts, and all I can do is kiss him back.

He pulls his freaky cock out and surges back in.

I can’t touch him, he’s got me pinned, but his hands roam my body, spanning my ribs, until I gasp, trailing over my stomach, between our bodies, until I arch up into him.

His mouth leaves mine and trails down to my neck, sucking and biting as his pace picks up.

“You taste better than I would have believed. You feel better than anything. I’m going to bury myself in here and stay anchored between your thighs forever.” Stix snarls as he violently slams into me. “So. Damn. Good. ”

I start to pant. I might die if he stops. I’ve never felt this out of control before.

“Give me my arms and legs!” I grit out.

He lifts his head, his eyes pitch black, and growls. I clench hard around him, and my legs are free. I pull them in, locking them around his waist and dragging myself up on his cock.

“Oh, my god.” I gasp out, my eyes rolling. I get wetter, if that’s even possible.

“You can call me god if you like,” Stix growls viciously, and the bonds holding my hands release.

Stix hisses, but I grab his hair and drag his mouth back down to mine. Now, we can fuck.

I meet every thrust with one of mine, and when Stix drags his mouth away from mine, panting, I laugh and lean forward to bite his shoulder.

He hisses and thrusts even faster. It feels so fucking good. I growl and claw my hand up his back, only to feel spikes.

What?

I run my fingers over the spinal protrusions and then realise that in the depth of his black hair, he has horns. I grab his jaw and hold him still and, chasing an impulse, I reach up and lick one.

Stix goes in-fucking-sane.

He roars and thrusts into me so hard it’s all I can do to hold on. He wraps his arms around me, holding me to him, and fucks me like he’s trying to crawl inside me.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I let out a shrill scream as he hits my g-spot, over and over, until I’m left on the edge of nirvana. Stix looks down at me in that moment, his eyes demonic and full of possession. He smiles. Something on his cock flexes and pierces my insides.

Sharp, painful, bliss.

My new lover offers me a dark smirk of satisfaction. “You’re mine, now,” he says in a guttural growl and sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

I scream and tumble over into rapture.

My body goes tight as a bow. I arch, unable to control anything as my muscles seize around his cock, milking him, dragging everything he can offer out of him and demanding more.

My body locks onto his, my arms around him, my legs locked around his waist. The pleasure hits me wave after wave.

It goes on for what seems like ever. All the while, he’s growling low in his throat with his teeth buried in my shoulder.

He snarls, jerking his hips. His hot release bathes my insides and seeps out between us .

I fucking love it. I feel filthy and sexy, and this is nothing I’d ever dreamed, but, fuck, I don’t want to go the rest of my life without doing this again.

“I have a job for you. OH, FUCK! My eyes! Oh, sweet demonic hellscape, what the fuck?”

I hear a crash and spot Puppy charging across the kitchen towards the intruder. Stix’s eyes are glowing with rage. He lifts me like I’m a rag doll, keeping me impaled on his cock as he turns us just enough that I can see what’s going on.

Diablos holds his hands up and backs away. “Now, Puppy, I’m just here to deliver a job!” He vanishes into smoke as Puppy launches himself at him.

He appears outside, but Puppy is already on the move and is flying through the air. Diablos shifts again in a cloud, desperate to save himself. Puppy whirls and chases after his prey with pure violence on his mind.

“Should we help him?” I ask Stix and press open kisses to his shoulder.

“No. He knows better than to invade our dens. We let it go before because we were uncaring of this den in this world, but now it won’t be tolerated. Puppy is laying down the rules.”

“I thought Diablos was a strong demon.”

“Puppy, Frost, Wilder, and I are all stronger on our worst days than the horned one,” Stix murmurs. “Enough about him while I’m buried inside you. Do you need a reminder of whose arms you’re in?”

I giggle and snuggle close. “No. Well, maybe. But, first, where are the others?”

It’s weird. I get all unsettled and anxious when they aren’t around now.

“Stix!” Diablos screams from the backyard.

Stix grumbles and, with reluctance, lifts me off his cock and sets me on my feet. My legs feel slightly weak, and I find I immediately miss him inside me.

“Wilder?” Stix snaps and stalks into the backyard to deal with our demon boss.

Wilder appears with a blanket that he wraps around me.

He picks me up and carries me deeper into the house.

I quickly go to the bathroom and clean up, but I’m snatched up again as soon as I come out by the huge Fae who kicks open a door I’ve never seen before.

It’s a beautiful room with black granite floors streaked with red and white veins.

In one corner is a huge hammock and the deepest shadows.

But it’s the massive bed at one end of the room that draws my attention.

It reminds me of a huge cave with a bed. Dark but full of interesting things. Wilder carries me straight to the bed and puts me into Frost’s waiting arms .

He rubs his fingers together and flips the blanket off me, straddling my waist. The Fae prince draws ice-cold fingers over my skin, leaving it blue and frozen.

A moment later, he breathes on it, and I groan, thrusting up, unable to help my response.

The skin comes back alive in a rush of painful pleasure.

Frost glances over his shoulder. “It works.”

“Told you,” Wilder says and points his hand at an empty space. He grunts, and huge vines erupt from the marble and wind around each other until there’s a massive throne where there was nothing.

“Wow,” I whisper, impressed despite myself.

Frost smirks. He holds out his hand to the opposite corner and another appears, this one made of ice with a burning flame captured in the middle. Both are as beautiful as the men who created them.

“Why are you creating thrones?” I whisper.

“This is our den,” Frost says as if that should make it all clear. Nothing is clear, I feel like telling them.

Puppy slithers into the room and glances at the thrones. He lets out a disgusted snort. I watch with interest as he crawls diagonally up the walls and flops into his hammock. I stand on the bed, peering in the space that he’s claimed as his.

“That looks comfy.”

Puppy bares his teeth. “Mine.”

I make a mewling sound that drags one of his eyes open. His scales rattle as he deliberately turns away from me, curling up tighter.

Spoilsport.

Stix walks in, and as soon as the doors are thrown open, the shadows stretch and shift, moving both away and to him. A black throne of smoke and shadows appears opposite the hammock.

Four thrones, I think absently, and my mind sharpens.

Stix moves to sit on his throne, while the other two move to their respective places as well. I kneel on the bed and watch them. There’s something almost ceremonial about what they’re doing.

“We have found a mate. A shared mate,” Stix says. “A human mate.”

I look between the three of them and then peer up at Puppy. He’s staring down at me with an inscrutable gaze.

“What’s going on?” I ask, but they’re silent .

I walk into the middle of their thrones and stare at Wilder. He nods at me, seeming to be pleased at my actions, even if I have no idea what.

“Are we in agreement?” Stix asks.

“Yes,” Frost says in a colder voice than I’ve ever heard, full of formality.

“Yes,” Wilder agrees with a hot glance in my direction.

“What is going on here?” I snap.

Puppy’s tail wraps around my waist and lifts me off my feet. I yelp as he drags me up into the hammock.

“Yes,” he hisses. He drags me under him until we’re lying face-to-face. He flickers into the human version of him and presses his lips to mine.

I freeze, and then I go up in flames.