Page 24 of Scales and Seduction (Monster Match #1)

“ A re you alright?” Ruby’s voice calls behind me just before her hand latches onto mine. Seeing her through the glass window panes stirs something primal in me, something that settles all my nerves.

Without thinking, my other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against me. The way her body fits against mine grounds me, helping relieve the growing knot of concern in my gut. I allow my tail to coil loosely around her ankles to hold her even closer. I need her here with me. “I’m much better now that you’re here,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to leave you so long.”

“I know, you had to handle things with—” Her voice wavers as my tail slides up from her ankle to rest lightly against the thickest part of her thigh. The subtle hitch in her breath drives me wild. “Hey, not here,” she hisses, her cheeks flushing as she tries to shift her body away.

My tail tightens, squeezing her closer, and not because I’m turned on but because just the warmth of her body soothes me. I feel like the storm of my mind clears when I touch her.

“It’s handled for now,” I sigh, pressing my forehead to hers. “But she knows. Avalon somehow sees through the cloaking spell. I knew if anyone would, it’d be her.”

Her head jerks back, her eyes grow wide, and instantly her teeth dig into her lip. “What? She knows I’m human?”

“Yes,” I admit. “She won’t tell anyone, but eventually—well, it’s only a matter of time before the Vale knows. Silas’s magic can’t last forever, especially if…”

Ruby interrupts me, her hand squeezing mine viciously, “If what?”

“If our bond weakens the magic, then Silas would need to be on call constantly,” I say matter-of-factly. Every time we are intimate, the magic would break, then there’s no way to stop it.

Ruby’s anxiety ripples between us, and I can see the way her teeth tug the raw skin on her lip. Her grip on my hand has grown wet with sweat. “Then what do we do?” her voice trembles. “Wait, and there’s something else—something with Silas I learned when you left the study.”

I glance around the garden, searching for eyes or ears that might overhear. There’s always a chance we’re too exposed. “Come with me.” I release my tail’s hold on her, lacing my hand with hers.

I tug her through the double doors. Her feet hardly manage to keep my brisk pace, but I need to be sure no one notices us slipping away. Down the dimly lit corridor, and up the winding staircase, the one thought in my mind is to find a quieter place.

“Where are we going?” she whispers curiously as I lead her through the castle.

Casting a glance her way, I smile, hoping she might feel reassured that I have her and she’s safe with me. “We’re going somewhere where we can talk.”

Once we’re at the door to Atticus’s bedroom, I freeze. Mother forbade anyone from cleaning it or touching it since his disappearance. As I push open the door, I gasp as the thick air of old, aged paper and disuse wafts in my face. It’s a perfect snapshot of the day before his disappearance. Dust clings to every surface, and the bed is still a mess of rumpled unmade blankets.

Stacks of old books dominate the room, teetering in stacks near his desk under the large window. It’s steeped in memories of us playing together as children, and of moments where he was bent over his desk, perturbed by whatever document he was deciphering in his youth.

“What is this place?” When Ruby shuts the door behind us, it makes me feel as though we’re being enclosed in his tomb.

I sigh, emotions welling in my chest as I realize I haven’t been here in over a year. “This is Atticus’s room. Loran mentioned there may be a diary that belonged to Kithrall in the castle,” I say solemnly. “I’m not sure why I chose to start here first.”

“Do you think he might have been interested in the curse?” Ruby asks, hesitantly glancing around the room.

“If anyone was interested, it would be him. Atticus loved history and often as a child rebelled against the old ways.” A memory of him at the dinner table being yelled at by my stepfather after asking too many questions floats into my mind. “After his disappearance, we looked for someone, anyone, to blame, but there was nothing to go off of. It was as if he evaporated into thin air.”

My hands hover over a tiny naga statuette on the tall bookcase against the wall. It matches my own, and beside it is a large gargoyle with wings extended wide. He’d kept them all these years. A pang of longing tightens my throat, but I muster a smile. “Let’s search his room. Maybe he has the diary somewhere in his books.”

Once I’m by his desk, I sift through yellow papers and notes scattered across it. Each piece feels like a breadcrumb leading me to what I want to find. His familiar handwriting swirls in beautiful strokes that are a strange cross of elegant script and blocky modern letterings. I pick up a piece of parchment, intent to decipher it, but before I can, Ruby’s gasp draws my attention away.

She’s standing beside the bookshelf clutching a clear decorative vial with a bulb, similar to an old perfume. Her gaze fixes on me, but her eyes have a vacant, glassy stare, as if lost in a vision only she sees.

“Ruby?” I take a step toward her, but she doesn’t react. Instead, her hand drifts down her chest, grazing over her breasts. The moment her hand collides with the bud of her nipple, she gasps, and her eyes roll back as if the feather-light touch itself has her close to orgasm.

The closer I get to her, the more the pungent scent assaults my senses. Pixie pheromones. The scent is closest to a mixture of piss and tree bark, and in large doses, it can act as an aphrodisiac, which is why Avalon enjoys using it. Its properties are no different than naga venom, but at least the bite can be sensual. After a while, the scent fades away and becomes less disgusting, but I’ve never been a fan of it, other than the added thrill it elicits.

Ruby takes her nipple in between two of her fingers, squeezing until her mouth hangs open with a gasp. “Fuck,” she whines as her other hand slips lower, down her silk dress and her belly.

“Baby, don’t do that here,” I whisper, though I can’t stop the smile that sneaks its way across my mouth. “Let’s go wash off the perfume.”

“The perfume?” Ruby glances down at the glass bottle in her hands and makes a tiny O shape with her lips before setting it back on the shelf. “You know you’re so fucking sexy when you smile?”

My god, she’s adorable like this. “Thank you, somehow you make me smile more than any person I’ve ever met.” I allow my hands to lie across the tops of her biceps. “Now, come along, let’s wash you up.”

Ruby leans into me, her hand still lying on her stomach. “Will you fuck me before I wash it off?” Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded and heavy with lust for me. Even her voice is a low, soft purr that makes me weak in the knees.

“Baby, please don’t tempt me,” I strain to say as her hand between us lies flat against my stomach. Ruby’s lips twist into the sultriest grin I’ve ever seen on her.

She steps forward until she’s so close that I can feel the heat radiate off her skin. One of her hands reaches up to my throat, though she doesn’t squeeze; instead, just the pressure there is tantalizing enough. “If you don’t, then I’ll fuck myself right here.”

“Ruby…” My voice turns dark as her hand travels lower against my abdomen to my pouch. My cocks jump at the chance to extrude and lie against her soft palms. I can sense the increasing lust growing through the bond we share. I know she wants it, but I need her to say it out loud, especially if she’s under the influence of a substance. “Are you certain?”

Ruby tips her head up to the underside of my chin, and her pale pink tongue licks at my throat just near her hand. “I want you inside me,” she mewls against my neck.

A thread inside me snaps. The last bit of my resolve vanishes as I give in to the desire to fuck her. I want it every second of every day, and yet I find myself often negotiating ways not to give in. Hearing her beg for my cocks is all it will ever take.

In a swift move, I twirl her in my arms with her chest against the built-in bookcase. “Ass to me, pretty girl,” I command, letting her position herself.

She does it eagerly, though, to my surprise, once she places her chest on the books, she slides her dress up for me. Her pale, pretty legs, all the way up to her silk underwear, are bare just for me.

“That’s a good girl. Push aside your panties for me, and I want you to hold them. Do you understand?” My hands dig fervently into the globes of her ass, loving the way she arches with the touch. Ruby does as I ask, her slender hands moving the silk aside, allowing me to see her dripping wet pussy.

“Please,” she keens as one of my fingers rubs along her slit. She’s so slick, so wet, just for me.

“You are so wet for me, tiny morsel.” I slip my index finger over her clit, only to chuckle as she moans, arching against the light touch. “Do you want my cock?”

My cocks ache to be buried deep inside her throbbing little holes. A sticky trail of precum leaks from the tips, begging for me to take what’s mine. “Say it correctly.” My voice takes on a dangerous edge as my nails dig into her ass in warning.

“Please fuck me, sir,” Ruby complies in a breathless whine. I remove my nails, marveling at the red blooming indentations I’ve left behind on her pretty pale skin.

Hearing her call me sir ignites something primal within me, a sensation I’ve never encountered before her. In the past, wearing the mask of dominance felt like a deliberate choice, a role I could slip into, but this—this is different. It’s as though a beast deep inside me has been stirred awake, roaring to life.

It’s as if something takes control of me. In an instant, my hands are in her curly brown hair, wrenching back her head in a violent tug to her scalp.

Ruby arches her back so her ass is pushed forward, one hand holding her panties to the side while the other grasps at one of the bookshelves to hold herself upright. I’ve rarely had to guide her into what might please either of us. It’s as if she can read my mind, anticipating my desires before I ever voice them.

My other hand slowly guides my upper cock into her aching pussy; the other will rub deliciously against her clit as I fuck her. The instant it touches her skin, her entire body violently jerks forward, pressing her breasts against the bookcase. The moment I’m fully inside her, I can feel her pussy throb. “Are you that close already, baby girl?”

“It feels so good…” Her voice is a tight whine while she grinds against my cock in a lazy circle.

With one hand tangled in her hair and the other firmly around her waist, I have her just where I want her. I angle my body up, thrusting into her roughly. Her pussy throbs, and her breathing grows faster as her orgasm lurks just beneath the surface. She’ll come multiple times, thanks to the aphrodisiac effects of the pheromones, which means she’ll be a sloppy wet mess. I take my cock out of her weeping pussy, only to drive it back in with slow precision. It’s all it takes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she curses, burying her mouth against the flesh of her arm to muffle her screams. But I’m not finished.

Her pussy throbs with her release, gripping my cock so tightly, it’s enough to drive me wild. Venom gathers in my mouth, begging me to sink my teeth into her neck, but I resist the urge to swallow it down. The pheromones are already overwhelming her. If I add more fuel to the fire, she’ll be a blubbering mess. Though it is tempting.

Gripping her waist tighter, I pump into her more viciously. “Do you like me in your tight little cunt?” I whisper against her ear as I pound into her, feeling my other cock rub against her clit.

Ruby whines in response, but because I am a devious fucking man, I jerk her head back roughly, hearing her mouth pop away from her arm. “I asked you a question,” I say as I continue to fuck her.

“Yes, yes, I love it,” Ruby’s voice is nothing but delicious little whining. I take the hand that’s in her tousled wavy hair and press her face against a row of books. My palm keeps her head down while the other on her waist stays put. I use my tail, slowly allowing it to weave its way around her tiny hips, lifting her entire body upward. She’s pressed against my cock with her feet dangling off the ground.

“I’m going to use that pretty cunt of yours just like you want.” The tip of my tail is against her lips now, and I say, “Open your mouth so I can fuck your throat.” I can’t wait to fill her. The sensation of her mouth against my scales, hot and wet, and the noises I know I’ll pull from her sets my every nerve on fire. It’s the kind of bliss that steals a person’s breath.

Ruby whines in response as her hips continue to grind hungrily against my cocks. Slowly, she opens her mouth, a thread of saliva connecting her lips, eagerly allowing my tail inside.

“Good girl.”

My cock twitches greedily at the sight of her dangling off the ground, ready for my use. I can’t wait to have my mate in every way possible. I have so much I want to explore with her, like her taking my knots and how good it might feel.

As my tail begins its measured pace in and out of her mouth, Ruby gags when it hits the back of her throat the first time, but the next, she takes it in stride. Each thrust makes her eyes water, but her moans grow more fervent, and her pussy grows wetter.

Once I’ve decided she can handle more, I begin to fuck her with my tail and my cock with the same hypnotic rhythm. It’s fast and chaotic, each movement wild and untamed. My brain is in a frenzy as, every time I bottom out and hear her whine, my body tingles with an overwhelming sensation. Her pussy throbs as she builds another orgasm, and as it crashes over her, squeezing my cocks. I become a beast.

Viciously, I pump into her pussy so roughly that books begin to fall from the shelves around us, clattering to the floor. Drool gathers at the corners of her lips, spilling around my tail as I block her ability to whine or form words. I’m relentless, fucking into her. My head presses against her neck, inhaling the scent of her. My mouth opens, and I graze my teeth against my mate’s soft flesh. I don’t bite, but, God, I desire to more than ever as my cocks throb in building agony.

“You are mine, Ruby, my fucking little sex doll. My mate and true love,” I grunt. “I’ll never let you go.” The words fly from my mouth thoughtlessly. Ruby moans, nodding her little head, and I become undone.

My cocks pulse; the one inside her pussy feels her throb in tandem, and the rushing wave roils through my body. Hot cum spurts from the cock inside her first. Over and over, I keep pounding as I selfishly force another orgasm from myself. Ruby comes at the same time, screaming against my tail, her pussy throbbing and clenching me so tightly that I can’t breathe. The cock against her clit comes next, though it feels less fulfilled, almost envious, longing to be buried deep inside her tight little ass.

Slowly, I take my tail from her mouth and press a kiss on her clavicle. Words burn at the edges of my lips, but I swallow them down. I feel overwhelmed with a sated contentment, but there is more lurking. The words I said in my lust flit through my mind. I truly never want to let her go. Ruby is mine. I want her more than I have wanted anything else, and still I know she has to leave eventually.

Ruby’s body is still fighting the pheromones. As I pull my cock from her tight little cunt, she orgasms again, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she grips the side of the bookshelf. “No more…” she whines.

Slowly, I allow her to her feet, pressing soft kisses to her neck and cheeks. “No more, baby, you need to rest.”