Page 20 of Wishing Upon a Monster (Monster Brides Romance #40)

Olan

A urora moaned as I gave her pert nipple a tug. The things I wanted to do to her, for her. For now, I hoped that the bottom half of her outfit required her to be nude as well.

“On your knees, min s?de skat, I want to lift up this pretty dress.”

She complied, her toned ass making contact with my chest as she helped me pull her dress up just below her fisse.

“When you sit, don’t be alarmed, it is just my shadows,” I whispered even though I didn’t need to.

I held the satin in my fist as she lowered herself back on my thigh. I had arranged the shadows into a particular pattern of waves and bumps. I knew that human women derived pleasure from their clitoris, and while human men were reputed to have trouble finding it, I would not.

Auroa shifted to get comfortable, not knowing, and gasped. I could feel through the shadows the warmth of her fisse, and while I longed to sink into her silken heat, this, showing her I could bring her pleasure however she would let me, was worth more than my pleasure.

“Rock, min s?de skat ,” I encouraged, bringing my hands up to her nipples that were now round and beaded against the fabric.

I tweaked and pulled and rolled the taunt buds as she rocked along my shadows.

I could feel them getting slick with her need, and I adjusted one of the shadows to sink teasingly into her velvet warmth.

I groaned, nipping at her neck, as she gasped and made a mess of my shadows.

“You are such a good girl, letting me take care of your needs,” I praised in her ear, biting the ridge lightly and licking away the pain. “Tell me I can always do this for you, min elskede.”

Aurora moaned, her little sounds making my hane kick in my pants. The need to grab it and rub the tip through her sopping folds was almost overwhelming. But I wasn’t here for that tonight.

“Tell me,” I rasped.

“Yes, Olan, Goddess, you can take care of my needs whenever you want,” she gasped as I started to bounce my knee, driving the shadows against her fisse .

“Ahh,” she cried brokenly as I wrapped a shadow around her pearl, giving it the pinch she needed to fly over the edge. She flooded my shadows with her release as she continued to rock.

“Do you need to come a second time for me, min elskede?” I questioned as she ground more fervently.

“Yesss!”

I leaned her against my chest, praising her for telling me what she needed as I collected her juices that were slicking my fingers.

I thrust one finger inside her, my thumb working her nub as she hissed.

I added a second and then a third as her walls fluttered around my digits.

I fucked her with my fingers until she shattered against them, her inner walls milking my digits.

The urge to flip her onto the table and breed her washed over me, warring with the joy that was her trusting me to help her find her release. I was honored to be bathed in her slick.

“You honor me, min elskede,” I whispered reverently.

I withdrew my fingers from her and sucked each one clean as she watched.

“That is so fucking hot,” she said breathlessly.

“Not as alluring as it was to watch you fall apart on my shadows and my fingers,” I said, making a cloth the way I made my clothes, and carefully cleaning her up.

A baser part of me wanted to keep it as a trophy of what I was able to do for her, but with a flick of my wrist, the cloth disappeared, taking a large portion of her scent with it.

Another wave, and I refreshed the fabric of my pants so that she was not resting in a wet spot.

I made sure her dress sat on her body correctly, modestly draping the fabric over her lower half again.

She made to move, and I growled, wrapping my arm around her possessively. “I need for you to stay here for the rest of our meal.”

“Still feeling territorial after that ?” she teased, looking up at me.

I swooped down, our mouths crashing together as I kissed and licked, pulling back only when I felt her relax against my arm. “Yes. I don’t think that will ever change.”

She stayed loose in my arms while I gave in to the urge to play with her golden locks. She sighed, allowing me to enjoy the silkiness of her hair.

“Should we... talk about what just happened?” she was tentative, reaching for the hand around my waist. I let her have it, giving up my hair play in favor of cuddling her to my frame .

“We do not have to if you wish, but I was serious when I said that I wanted to take care of your needs, all of your needs, sexual or not. The gods woke me up for you, min elskede, and I wish to be your partner in all ways.” I explained, not for the first time, and still not sure she was ready for what all of that entailed.

“I... I want that. I want to try that with you. I just, I don’t do long-term relationships.” She played with my fingers, tracing a raven-colored fingernail.

“Forgive me,” I said, gently kissing her on the temple, “but from what I know, is it that you do not do long-term relationships or that you have not been allowed to have them?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You say, ‘forgive me,’ but you don't pull your punches, do you?”

“With such a warrior as yourself? I cannot. You would know if I were.” I rumbled, taking a deep breath of her scent.

She chuckled, but there was no humor in the sound. There was a pause, and then she quietly asked, “Can we try, Olan?”

“We can. I am going to make mistakes, min skat ,” I admitted, not enjoying the vulnerability.

“I thought gods didn’t make mistakes,” she sassed.

The urge to bend her over my knee and spank her r?v red made my palm itch. “Perhaps the elder ones do not, but I am not near my one hundredth millennium by any means.”

“Your one hundredth millennium,” she squeaked.

“Mmm, yes, I am young yet,” I joked.

I heard the approaching footsteps of our waiter. Sitting up straight, I watched as he carried a large serving tray around the booths. Aurora shifted. Looking down, I saw her checking over her clothes.

“You look fine, min skat , I would never share the delight of your body with another man’s eyes,” I assured, stroking a hand down her arm .

Tré walked into the seclusion of our booth, his nostrils flaring, a look of knowing on his face.

“Your pasta, as promised,” he said, passing us our plates.

Concentrating on my horde, I reached into the pocket realm where I kept some of my valuables.

I pulled a bottle of very old Elvin wine from the depths, passing the bottle to Tré.

“Your service is appreciated,” and your silence . The latter was left unsaid but heard nevertheless as he happily slipped the small bottle into his apron.

“I’ll be back to check on you...” he trailed off, looking at me for confirmation.

“That would be fine,” I agreed.

He left with a spring in his step. The bottle gave away its vintage. It was thousands of years old; he could either enjoy the potent wine or sell it for a high price.

“Did you just bribe Tré because he––”

“––could smell how well I took care of you? Yes, I did.” I took my fork and twirled my pasta.

Aurora put her face in her hands and groaned, “Can everyone here tell how you took care of me?”

“Fae have especially attuned senses. The average supernatural probably can’t pinpoint the scent and won’t be able to tell it is you specifically.

I promise, min skat , we are not the only diners to ever indulge in dessert before dinner.

” I took a bite of my meal, enjoying how the simple sauce burst with flavor on my tongue. I made a sound of surprised pleasure.

“That’s why it’s my favorite,” she said, reaching for her fork.

I rested in my room, the enchantments I laid making it more than spacious, staring up at the ceiling. I spelled it to look like the galaxy in which I was formed. Someday, I wanted to take Aurora there. I want to take her everywhere.

I could feel my obsession with her growing. Along with something else.

The urge to fist my hane— no, my cock, as they call it here — was intense.

I kept my pants on, refusing to lose control and spill my seed for the first time in anything other than my bride.

I could wait, lying here in my bed as I learned about all the English ways to talk to min skat.

Tonight proved that she liked when I praised her, and when I described what I wanted to do to her.

I wanted to be able to go into even more detail, but I doubted she knew what my words meant.

The language exchange did not include non-anatomical words for things.

I searched the internet as my shaft pulsed with need, learning the words and imagining how to describe what happened tonight with Aurora in graphic detail.

Words were sacred. Knowing how to wield them was just as important. I would pleasure her body and mind, and then, perhaps, she would let me into her soul.

She would let me into her being, I had no doubt.

The gods did not wake me from my slumber for naught.

She agreed to let me pleasure her whenever she needed, and I planned to do so.

I looked down at my golden cuff, made of her hair.

While she did an excellent job of hiding her thoughts from me, hiding her emotions was trickier.

I could feel when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was aroused. She could feel the same things about me, though I tried to block her from that last one. I wasn’t sure if that revelation was one she would welcome. She has adapted to so much in the last few weeks .

I had never bonded to another in such a way before, but I had heard that with a strong bond, the pleasure would loop between the partners, creating an ecstasy that was unmatched. I was male enough to be intrigued. I groaned at the idea of her feeling my passion for her and I feeling hers for me.

In time. For now, I study.