Page 11 of Scales and Seduction (Monster Match #1)
I wake up drenched in sweat, my heart hammering in my ears. There’s a pillow between my thighs with an orgasm on the edge of release lurking beneath the surface. My body feels like a live wire. Everything feels primed and aching with need.
The room is suffocating, and for a second, I can’t remember where I am. My breathing is shallow as the edges of a dream I wish I could recall clings to my mind like cobwebs.
A sharp meow breaks through the haze, snapping me back to reality.
“Noodles?” I whisper, sitting up and brushing damp hair from my eyes.
He’s standing by the closed bedroom door, tail flicking like he’s annoyed at me. Even in this enormous bed, I wonder if my horny dreams woke him from his slumber. If I was anything like I feel now, I was probably a writhing mess in the sheets.
Noodles lets out another meow, this one sharper, almost accusing me of ignoring him.
I need out, Ruby. There’s no litterbox, and, honestly, the fact I haven’t eaten is unacceptable.
I freeze, staring at him, blinking into the darkness with my mouth gaping. “Did you just—” No, no, I’m sure he didn’t say anything.
Noodles tilts his head, his bright green eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight cast from the windows.
“I’ll let you out,” I mutter, pushing back the covers. Then I notice just how wet I am. The pillow between my legs is soaked, and as I move the pillow away from my throbbing pussy, I nearly whimper at the loss of pressure.
“You’re not touching yourself in his bed. Get a grip.”
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I go on auto-pilot. Noodles will have to use the bathroom outside, and Gideon is just in the living room. I’m in nothing but my underwear. That way my only dress stays moderately clean instead of slept in. I lean down, yank it up off the floor and toss it over my head before slowly opening the door.
Noodles immediately darts out of the room, his fluffy tail swishing behind him with purpose.
The hall is dark, and the only light I have is the pale moonlight casting silvery streaks through the living room curtains. It bathes everything in a glow, muting the colors of the furniture and walls, but what catches my attention is Gideon. The moonlight turns his scales into a masterpiece. Each scale catches the silvery glow and looks like polished stone.
He’s sitting up higher on the couch, his tail curved around it, and its tip disappears behind the couch. Gideon’s mouth is parted open, and his broad chest heaves with panting breaths. I can’t see what his arms are doing, but I have an idea, as under his breath, he mutters, “That’s a good girl.”
My body thrums at the rough way he says the words, and the wetness between my legs begs me to touch myself. No, not doing that.
I scan the room, searching for any sign of Noodles, hoping he will make eye contact and follow me back to the bedroom. The little bastard is gone from sight.
“Do you like it when I touch myself for you?”
My gaze flicks nervously to the couch, and I brace for the burn of his piercing gold eyes looking at me. Instead, Gideon’s eyes remain closed. Relief floods through me, even though my heart is still pounding. I watch him, mesmerized as his tail coils slowly upward, lightly wrapping around his throat before tightening in a brief squeeze.
Gideon is masturbating in his living room. I should leave—really, I should—but I’m stuck in place. I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or turned on by seeing him this way.
My pussy throbs, still dripping from the dream earlier. A lingering thought crosses my mind that if I just slip into the shadows of the hall, maybe—maybe I can use the sound of his voice to finish the job. My hand goes up my dress to touch the seam of my aching wetness, making me shiver just from the touch.
Fuck, I’m a voyeuristic little slut. Gideon didn’t consent to me watching this.
I take a step back, but the floorboard betrays me with a long, lingering creak. It gives away where I am in the shadows of the hallway. Gideon’s eyes snap open, and his movements freeze.
His head jerks toward me, his golden eyes flaring wide with surprise as they lock onto mine. His tail that was wrapped around his neck flicks in agitation, and his body stiffens. For a fleeting moment, he looks vulnerable. “Ruby?” he breathes, his voice rough and husky.
My hand darts out from under my dress with a gasp. I stand frozen, unsure what to say, bracing for Gideon to lash out at me for watching him without his consent. Instead, his tongue darts out of his mouth, flicking in several directions, tasting the air.
A deep, sultry groan gathers in the back of his throat. “Are you wet from watching me, little morsel?”
“No,” I whisper, finding my voice, but my legs are shaking. “A dream.”
He hums, “Did you like what you saw?” Gideon’s hands lazily stroke himself as he looks at me mischievously. I wish desperately the couch wasn’t blocking my view of his hands.
“I should go back to bed…” If I leave now, I can save myself the embarrassment. My feet feel cemented to the ground, and I’m unable to move as if his eyes alone keep me stuck in place.
Gideon shakes his head. His golden eyes pin me as if daring me to move. “Stay right there,” he says sternly. “You wanted to watch, so stand there like a good little girl and watch me stroke myself to the thought of your dripping wet cunt.”
I hesitate, my mind warring with itself, but giving in feels so tempting. My pussy clenches as excitement takes over. I want this. My heartbeat is racing, but with a soft sigh of relief, I nod in agreement.
“I want your hands behind your back until I tell you to touch yourself. Do you understand?” Gideon’s voice takes on a darker quality than I’ve ever heard from him. His tone is richer, deeper and sends shivers through my already aching body.
Obeying his command, I place my hands, one on top of the other, behind my back. “Yes, sir?” The words slip from my lips uncertainly, but the moment they do, his gaze softens, almost as if in awe.
Gideon’s hands begin their work, but his golden eyes never once leave mine as he takes his time touching himself. Even though my view is obscured by the back of the couch, I use my imagination. In my mind, he has a thick cock the color of his pale underbelly. Each rhythmic stroke Gideon takes, his breathing begins to increase into panting.
“You’re such a dirty girl watching me touch myself, Ruby.” The way he says my name as he pleasures himself elicits a moan from the back of my throat.
His eyes flare wide at the sound. He mumbles a brief curse under his breath as his hands move with urgency. “Touch yourself,” Gideon groans. “Tell me how good it feels.”
I move my hands slowly from behind me, each movement deliberately meant to tease him and me. My fingers trail the hem of my dress until I’ve slipped them under, feeling how my panties have soaked just watching him. “I’m so wet,” I whisper as the tip of my finger slips around the elastic to my sopping, throbbing pussy.
The way he pins me with his gaze, the flaring hunger in his eyes as I touch myself in tandem with him, has my legs trembling. Inserting two fingers, I hook them forward to allow my clit to grind against the palm of my hand. The way my panties press my hand closer than I’m used to sends my body into overdrive. “It feels so fucking hot that you’re watching me… I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t you dare look away,” he groans through gritted teeth. “I want to come with you, do you understand me?”
I can’t bring myself to look away from him, no matter how hard I try to. There’s something about the way his golden eyes stay locked on me that makes every moment feel more exhilarating. “Yes, sir.”
Each moan, each involuntary jerk of my body, matches his. Eye contact has never felt like this before—this intense or intimate. It’s as if he can see straight into the depths of my soul to hidden corners, I’m afraid to even explore.
“Fuck.” My knees tremble as my climax grows closer and closer. I’m on the edge of it, my pussy throbbing around my fingers, my moans growing needier. I want to come so badly, but I’m waiting for his permission. No—not permission. I’m waiting for his blessing.
Gideon’s eyes widen, and, in that moment, I see it, the flicker of realization that he’s close to coming. “Come for me, honey.” He barely gets the last word past his lips as his jaw tightens in a grunt. His golden eyes look wild as they pin me, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.
Gideon’s body arches upward, and his mouth gapes open, parting just enough to see his fangs. He’s wrecked and devastatingly gorgeous. As he comes, breathing out my name in a moan, he’s unfairly perfect-looking.
My orgasm follows immediately. The intensity of it sends my knees buckling, and I cry out his name as if it’s a mantra I’ve said a thousand times before. Stars dance in my vision as I force my eyes to remain solely on his.
“Holy fuck.”
Gideon’s eyes close briefly, and I feel the blush rise on my cheeks at the acknowledgment of what we both have just done. I masturbated with a snake man I hardly know, in a world made of monsters. Embarrassment threatens to overwhelm me until his eyes fall back on me, and at once I feel grounded again.
“Holy fuck is right,” he whispers, inhaling a deep breath before continuing, “I hope you don’t think less of me for what just happened…but I could smell your arousal. Fuck, Ruby…I felt like a beast took over.”
“No, I don’t think any less of you, if you don’t me.” My words are a tired murmur as a yawn stretches my mouth wide. Quickly, I try to cover it with my hand, but it’s too late. The weight of exhaustion hits me, and I realize just how drained I feel now that I’ve orgasmed. Without my phone, I have no idea how late it’s gotten, but the heavy pull of sleep does sound nice.
Gideon’s voice is tender. “We should get some sleep,” he mutters warmly enough that my heart stutters. “We have a lot to do tomorrow if we intend on getting you back home.” He glances at me for a moment longer than necessary, and I hear the concern in his voice, but there’s something else there that feels protective and affectionate. He cares about my wellbeing. It’s not about just resting but making sure I don’t overextend.
“Noodles needed out…” I yawn again and grumble, wondering where that mangy cat even went off to.
“Don’t worry.” Gideon gives me a soft smile. “I’ll take care of it. Sleep well, Ruby.”
Nodding, a smile tugs at my lips. “Thank you for everything.”
“It was a pleasure.”
I walk down the darkened hallway on autopilot, and my head is blissfully empty thanks to the surge of hormones that accompany an orgasm that intense. Swiftly, I pull my dress over my head, sliding back into the large bed. Tomorrow I’ll have more answers, but sleep comes first. I’ll worry about the rest tomorrow.