Page 91 of My Monster’s Keeper

People around him cheer.

I focus on the game and knock down all the targets I can before I run out of water. The guy is a bored pimple-faced youth with straw-coloured hair. He points to a whole heap of bears.

I glance at Becky and choose the one that is bright purple and give it to her.

She cuddles it to her chest and looks at me with deeply mysterious eyes of blue that go straight to a part of me that I’ve kept isolated from everyone else.

“Shall we?” she whispers.

I walk beside her, no longer interested in this place but in the woman beside me who I can’t stop thinking about.

She shows us a mirrored room that sends Puppy into a tailspin and takes Frost to see a man who breathes fire. We eat cotton candy and hot dogs that have been battered and deep fried.

But I get what she’s showing us. There are people and families. Things that she has no experience with, things that are important here. People work hard to make this place beautiful. People work hard to make others feel joy.

Humans are strange, but I like it.

Finally, we head back to the car. I stand beside it and study her intently.

She looks at me and unlocks it.

“What?”

I heave a shuddering sigh. “I’m going to meet you back there.”

Her eyes jump to mine, and she worries her bottom lip. “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I can control myself.”

Her mouth drops open.

I don’t give myself anymore time to think about it, I just go home to wait.

The two weeks are over. I’ve waited long enough.

I knew my answer then, and it hasn’t changed.

Chapter 28

Becky

Iwalk 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.”