Page 43 of My Monster’s Keeper

“Not a clowder?” I tease.

Stix curls his lip. “Obviously we’re neglecting you, if you can still speak coherently. Frost, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mmm.” Frost circles around to take Stix’s spot, and, with a gentle push, I drop suddenly to the height of his cock.

“This just doesn’t seem fair,” I whine.

“Figure out how to use your shadows, and you can do it, too,” Stix says and straddles my chest.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck your tits and leave my cum all over your face, marking you as mine. Then when Frost has finished fucking you senseless, I’m going to fuck your cunt, too.”

“Oh, is that all?” I snigger.

He slaps at my breast. I yelp. He hits the other and then scoops them up and massages them, teasing my nipples .

I arch up, trying to push myself into him. “More.”

“So greedy,” Stix growls.

Frost slams into me, the cold a shock that tears a cry from me. He keeps going, and then heat hits me, almost burning as the duel sensations mix and fight for supremacy.

Stix sits up and spits on his cock. I watch in awe as he grips my breasts and slides his cock between them. Pre-cum beads on the tip and spreads down his shaft and over my breasts with every thrust. He teases my breasts, pulling my nipples until I’m blind.

Frost continues to fuck me, slowly, mercilessly, getting my insides so cold it feels like I’m burning and then heating me until it seers me.

“Frost!” I beg.

“You love it,” Frost purrs. “If you don’t, tell me to stop, and it ends right here and now.”

“I love it, I, oh, please. Fuck!” I cry out. An unexpected orgasm sweeps through me, shaking me to my bones. I fall back, sweating, limp, and delirious.

“That’s a girl, that's it. I just need one more,” Frost purrs.

He shifts form. I know because we suddenly rise up, and the air fills with his floating hair.

When he shoves back in, I can feel something protruding from his cock, too, stretching me until I’m a sobbing mess.

“Frost, Frost.” All I can do is say his name as he throws me into another orgasm.

Stix sprays my face with his hot cum. I moan and open my mouth, licking my lips as he continues to spurt. His dark eyes gleam. I’m sticky and covered in cum. I smell like my guys and sex, and there is a floral and spicy scent in the air that confuses me.

Heat builds under my skin. Hotter and hotter.

He gets off me and steps close to my face. He reaches out and carefully cleans my face with his fingers, feeding them to me one at a time until his fingers are clean.

He steps back, and I look up at Frost. As soon as our eyes meet, I feel something deep inside me rip open. It’s not painful or new, it’s just more awareness and strength. I lift my hand as he leans over me, cupping his cheek. My fingers are tipped in black talons, but I don’t even care.

He grunts, his eyes completely blacked out. “Mine.” He murmurs those words again, and I almost smile.

Almost. I wrap my legs around him and roll my hips to meet him. We are so in sync that we don’t need words. I can hear him in my mind .

As soon as he gets close, I’m thrown over the edge. I cling to him, weeping as heat floods me. I feel like I’m on fire. Like I’m freezing. I feel alive. More than I ever have.

Frost kisses my face all over. Murmuring in his language. My brain translates. My love. My life. My world. My existence. You are perfect. You are bliss. You are mine.

Eventually, he pulls his trembling self off me, and Stix steps in between my legs. He reaches out and seizes my throat, pulling me up so we’re face-to-face.

“This is going to hurt, poppet.”

“Good,” I whisper back against his lips.

He throws his head back and laughs. He whirls and slams me against the wall. I whimper but tighten my legs around him. He reaches between us, rubbing his cock through the cum that’s seeping out of me.

I’m instantly close again. There is something about Stix, so polite and caring, who is so different when it comes to fucking. He grabs his cock, fists it, and then forces his head into me.

He doesn’t do gentle. He slams into me like he’s leaving a mark. Perhaps he will.

“Stix,” I moan.

“Oh, love, you say my name like that, and it makes me want to break you even more.”

“You say the sweetest things.” I laugh and groan when he pulls out and pushes back in.

“We could do slow, but I think we’ll do that later. Right now, I need you.”

I don’t have words to speak, I just hold on to him and sob for air.

He slams into me over and over. My hair is floating around me and shadows are reaching out to us. He pants as he drives his cock deeper, his teeth bared, not in ecstasy but in a feral expression of determination.

“Stix!” I cry out. I can feel his cock getting bigger. That damn barb preparing to jab into me.

“You’re going to fucking take it, and you're going to fucking love it,” Stix growls and loses his mind.

The others move close around me. I can feel them as they nuzzle close. Their teeth sink into me. Biting deep, forging some kind of connection. Stix snags my shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into the skin.

He pulls free and slams his hips against mine.

I scream as his barb sends my whole body into a melting pot of pleasure and pain. He roars in my ear, but the sound is dulled. He is as close as close can get when I open my eyes. The violence is gone, and all that remains is my Stix, gently stroking my thigh from hip to knee.

“It’s done,” Stix says softly. “It’s done. You did well.”

I blink weary eyes open and peer at my lover. “What’s done?”

Stix just lifts his lips to mine and sticks his tongue in my mouth. The kiss almost makes me forget.

“Now, you’re ours,” he whispers in deep satisfaction. “Our omega.”

What?