Page 34 of My Monster’s Keeper

Becky

“ W hat’s your favourite place to lead a hunt?”

Wilder expertly stabs the air with his sword. “The Plains of Viridian. Huge purple grass plains with an insect type species named Taran. They are excellent eating.”

I wrinkle my nose and lean back against the tree I’m perched on. “Favourite weapon.”

“Uh-uh, it’s my turn. I’ll let you have a freebie, but only once.” Wilder holds up his sword. “This was my fathers, well, the Fae who was there when I opened my eyes.”

I open my mouth, but he shakes his head and grins.

“My turn.”

I huff. “Fine.”

“Why are you so okay with us, with this world and ours?”

I consider his question for a long moment. “To be fair, I think it’s because some of the places I’ve lived have held people with hearts darker than you can imagine.” My voice lowers to a whisper. “The things they do because they can…it’s worse than eating someone.”

Wilder looks sharply in my direction. “These monsters, do they not fear the hunters of your race?”

“Not really. I mean, some do, most just do whatever they want. We don’t execute people here,” I explain. “We put them in a stone prison for a number of years, and then they get out. Some do it again. Some don’t.”

Wilder frowns. “It’s not much incentive to stop the offenders offending.”

I bark out a laugh. “No, but I would not be the person who makes the laws. I just wanted to bring them to justice. Drag them before the courts and give victims some peace of mind.”

“And now?”

I slip off the branch, landing in a crouch. I look up. That was a ten-foot drop .

“Now, I think that I don’t know what to think.

Monsters aren’t monsters, and all the stories we read in our books are true.

We aren’t the strongest here, we aren’t faster, wiser.

We are people, and I wonder that we live a little like toddlers, going from whatever makes us feel good to the next.

Sadly, I don’t think we have yet seen the bigger picture.

But these omegas might be the bridge. They might change it all and allow us to learn from each other. ”

“Are you seeing the bigger picture now? With omegas and monsters working together?”

“I think so. The world is bigger than we ever dreamed. We could all be so happy together.”

“Yes,” Wilder breathes out. “We can be.”

“And good and bad aren’t what I always thought they were. I want to think about it before I decide, anyway. At least we have time before we find this invisible omega queen.”

Wilder’s expression gets carefully blank.

“But you’re happy doing what we’re doing?”

“You are cheating and owe me like a hundred questions,” I point out. “But, for the record, I love that we are keeping others safe. It’s what I feel like I was born to do.”

Wilder spins, stabbing low and then sweeping upwards. I drink in the sight of him performing what looks like a savage dance of elegant grace.

“Are you happy living like this?” Wilder asks again and has the audacity not to be even slightly winded.

“Yes,” I admit. “There is so much I want to see and know. I don’t want to go back to living how I was before.”

“And bringing justice to people not of your kind?” Wilder growls.

“Yes, I want to do that. I want to fight and run and be scared. I want to feel it all, and I want to be there with you.”

Wilder throws his sword, aiming it for the earth. It stabs deep into the ground, but he’s already moving in my direction, lifting me up and slamming my back against a tree.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Wilder says against my lips.

“I am. But it doesn’t change the fact I want you. Nothing will,” I say back.

He spins me around and growls as his hands cup my ass over the tight jean shorts I’m wearing. The heat comes back whenever I’m with them, but it’s not been as constant or urgent, but when Wilder touches, it’s like an inferno inside, just under the skin.

“You should wear more clothes around the human males. ”

“Why? Jealous?”

“Yes,” Wilder says starkly.

I melt and thrust my hips towards him, feeling that huge bulge in his pants. He traces the contours of my hip and waist, exploring slowly, and then dips down, letting his fingers slide in between my thighs. He grazes the junction of my thighs with just a slightest touch.

I whimper.

“Tell me your favourite day,” he whispers.

“But…” I glance down at his hand and back up to his face.

“Multitask,” Wilder soothes. “You talk, and I’ll make you feel good.”

I humph and take a second. “There are two days,” I say and glance sharply to my left.

A vine coils around my wrist and pulls until my arms are pinned to the tree.

“I was twelve, I think. Grant and I had run away from yet another foster home. We’d worked for three days prior and got paid cash in hand.

Some dodgy bastard getting kids to do labour instead of actually hiring someone. ”

Vines slide into the waistband of my pants, and my brain stops dead. Wilder smiles a little bit wider.

“You worked the day before,” Wilder prompts.

“And…” I take another moment to remember. “We had this money and no reason to go home. So we went to the cinema and watched a movie. We were the only ones, and we got popcorn and soft drinks and ate until we felt we’d burst. It was warm, and it was safe. It was a good day.”

Wilder’s hand captures my jaw, tilting my head back.

“And the other day?”

“Every day since I met you,” I whisper honestly. “It’s been wild and crazy and scary, but I feel alive with you four. Like I woke up from a bad dream.”

Wilder clucks his tongue, and, suddenly, the vines pull outwards. There’s pressure, and then the material shreds. He grips my t-shirt in one hand and balls it into his fist and then yanks.

It tears off me, leaving me deliciously naked. In the sun. In our backyard. Fuck.

Wilder’s eyes flicker. “I want to show you something. It’s something only my mate would ever see.”

I wait as he steps back. All the vines drop away, allowing me my freedom.

Wilder turns away, walking further away from me, but when he turns back, he’s changed.

His eyes are green, but they glow like an animal’s eyes in the dark.

His horns are back, rising out of his teal…

fur. Oh. I take a harder look. His teal hair is thick and long, but it’s really not hair, it's fur.

His cheekbones are high. When he smiles, I get a glimpse of long canines and a forked tongue.

He lifts his hands, showing me talons on the tips of each finger, and then he shrugs his shoulders, and two black wings with teal flecks of colour explode from his shoulders.

I stare. How can I not? He’s beautiful.

“Do you fear me now?”

I shake my head and stumble a step towards him. He flinches and then manages to catch me as I fall into his arms.

“This is you?”

“The form of the Hunter. We are what we hunt. All the traits that make up them are part of me.” He raises a hand and opens his shirt, showing me the hard scales on his chest.

“You shouldn’t hide anymore.”

His arms tighten around me. “Damn you, Becky. My Warrior.”

“Why are you damning me?” I ask with a smile.

“Because I’ll be yours forever now,” Wilder whispers. “Whatever you need of me, whenever you need it, I’ll be here to give it to you.”

I cup his cheek in the same way he cupped mine earlier. “I love you.” My whisper is small, a tiny fragment of sound, but it’s said, and my stomach jolts with nerves. Have I ever said that to another being? Not that I can recall. Even with Grant, I didn’t give away those words.

He seems to know how important this moment is and carefully lowers his head to press our foreheads together.

“And I, you,” Wilder murmurs.

He touches his lips to mine, then again, then a third time before I grip that soft fur and hold him still, plunging my tongue into his mouth. His teeth graze my tongue, and I whimper.

“Wilder, I want your hands on me,” I gasp out.

He laughs darkly, and I find myself imprisoned in the talons of my lover as he grips my hips, nudging me back with his hips. I step and stumble back, but instead of holding me up, he pushes me until I fall.

I land on the grass and sit up, but when he strips out of his clothes and moves to stand over me, I run my hand from his ankle up to his thigh, reaching for his huge cock.

Cocks ?

Plural. Because there’s two. Two large cocks. Oh, my…

I swallow hard at the same time as I pulse between my legs.

My pussy obviously freaking out. With want.

Arousal makes my inner thighs slippery, but I ignore it, gasping as he kneels over me.

He straddles my thighs, his cocks flopping down onto my belly.

One sits above the other. I lick my lips, considering how this might play out.

“So…um…something you want to share with the class?” I squeak.

Wilder snorts a laugh and leans forward, planting his arms on either side of my shoulders. “It will be fine,” Wilder soothes, and his wings spread, blocking out the light and the world. I reach up, stroking my fingers down the shaft of one.

He shudders. “Careful, warrior.”

His cocks twitch on my stomach, and my attention is drawn back to them. He’s got no fur on his balls, and he has only two of them. Hmm. I reach down and slip my hand around him.

Wilder growls and grits his jaw. “Becky!”

I reach up with my other hand and encircle both of them.

“Tell me about your favorite day,” I say with a wicked smile.

“Today, definitely today.” Wilder groans and thrusts into my hands.

My confidence grows, and I lift my shoulders off the ground and lick the scales on his chest. He shifts, holding his weight on one hand while he cradles my head to him. I lick my way to his nipple and drag my teeth over it.

He hisses and then moans. A deep guttural sound that has me clenching, my arousal leaking out of me.

“I can smell how much you want me,” Wilder hisses.

“It wasn’t obvious? I must be losing my touch.”

Wilder snorts a laugh and groans again when I latch onto his nipple, sucking hard and squeezing his cocks at the same time.