Page 92 of My Monster’s Keeper

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.