Page 22 of Wishing Upon a Monster (Monster Brides Romance #40)

Aurora

I woke the next morning thinking I must have done a good deed. My pillow was cool, and I was the perfect combination of cold and cuddly under my fluffy blankets. I burrowed further under the covers, my hand sliding across the softest skin.

I woke then, realizing that my refreshing and comfortable pillow was not patterned with little flying dicks, my current sheet set, but was onyx and breathing lightly.

I can't explain how I knew instantly he was naked and so was I.

Maybe it was the cool arm currently cradling my butt cheek, pushing me up against an equally chilled side.

“Selfishly,” Olan rasped, “when you asked me to sleep with you, I opted for the larger bed. Forgive me, min skat , I realize I have taken advantage .”

I snorted into his side, shaking my head a little. “A likely story, sir. You just wanted an excuse to get me naked in your bed.”

The whinging wheeze made me smile as I shimmied closer to his face, climbing a bit higher and plopping my breasts on his chest.

He let them be free; he deals with the consequences.

His hand smoothed up my back as I leaned down, looking at his face.

I felt a strange tumble in my chest, a throb of my heart, a dropping of my stomach as I fell, realizing that he made it easy. He was lovable, and maybe...

My eyelashes fluttered shut as I leaned in and kissed him. He let me have my way, gentle swipes of my lips against his, a soft caress when our tongues met. He pulled me closer. I threw a leg over his stomach, spreading myself wide and putting my clit into contact with his abs.

He moaned, and I felt a tender mental tap to be let in. I opened my mind to him, let him feel my desire, my fledgling feelings, my need to get closer, to join. I wanted more than I had ever gotten from him, and my soul asked him if he could deliver.

I felt from him an answer, a depth of stability I hungered for, a solid foundation to build something more with him, and the blazing lust to create a family... a very large family.

“When were you going to tell me that we could feel each other’s emotions?” I asked, enjoying the slick friction of his muscles.

“About the time you were going to tell me that you were falling in love with me, I think,” he teased, sliding his hands up my sides.

I blushed, leaning down and kissing him deeply.

“So, there are no more secrets now? No surprises?” I moaned as his hands cupped my breasts and gave them a firm squeeze.

“No, there will be plenty of surprises in store for us, min elskede .” His hands slid down to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing me down against him, helping me grind.

“Let me bestow the first upon you. I wish to pump this pretty pussy full of my come. But I have learned that will not be possible without some divine intervention.”

He tugged me down along his stomach until the tip of his thick cock speared my folds. The coolness of his flesh against my fevered clit was the most dangerous sensation. I gasped, working my hips greedily along his thick shaft.

“What do you suggest?” I thought, feeling that tell-tale tingle.

“I wish to be able to fit perfectly within you, do you consent?” His palm skimmed my stomach.

“I do,” I moaned, feeling his power rushing over me, into me, filling me.

I came, gushing all over his cock, the orgasm swift but not enough.

“More,” I demanded, leaning forward and biting his nipple.

He hissed, spreading me wide before filling me with his cock. It was a tight and glorious fit, the girth of him giving me the stretch I craved but never voiced, a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure as he rhythmically plunged in and out of my slick channel.

“I will fill you to bulging. Your womb will be overflowing with my seed, and I will fuck every last drop of my spend into your pussy until you cannot hold an ounce more.” His filthy words sounded caressing in my mind.

I pushed myself up, overtaken by the need to have him fully seated inside me, pelvis to pelvis.

His cock was so deep inside that it touched the entrance of my womb.

I moaned, rocking and swiveling my hips.

I felt his shadows twirling, pinching, buzzing along my clit, tugging around my nipples.

Roll after roll, I ground against his shadows, his cock plunging into my core, my pleasure twining with his as the sensation built until I crested. I came hard on a shout .

Like that was a signal, he flipped us, pushing thighs wide, his shaft achingly hard.

The obscene sounds of my pussy as he slammed his cock inside me wound my desire higher.

My previous orgasm was not allowed to end.

His shadows moved, stretching inside my channel, wrapping around his dick, giving it a texture that drove me wild.

My loss of control at his worship snapped something within him––his emotions went feral as he tilted me, the new angle hitting my g-spot with each penetrating thrust. We shattered together, my walls flexing around him, milking his cock, sucking him in deeper, greedy for his release.

Olan pulled out, kissing me ravenously as his fingers scooped his come back into my pussy.

“ Min elskede,” he thought tenderly, kissing under my jaw, down my throat. “I did not hurt you?”

“You know you did not. I have not been so thoroughly fucked in my entire life,” I traced nonsense patterns down his arms.

“It has been a long time; I lost my head. You are so warm and perfect,” he said, nuzzling my breast before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

“Perfect?” I chuckled, then moaned when he nipped the tip.

“Let me show you how perfect you are,” he said, sinking down to lick a long stripe from my core to clit.

We made love into the afternoon; it was as if his spell had unlocked a part of myself I had never allowed out.

Or maybe it was that in the past, it was never about whether I finished or not.

I was becoming addicted to speaking mind to mind, his words equal parts praise and filth.

He genuinely believed that if my ‘womb wasn’t happy,’ his seed would not ‘stick,’ even when I explained I was on birth control.

“Would you deny me the practice?” he asked, smirking.

Not I, said the duck! He could go ahead and help make my womb as receptive as possible, plying it with as many orgasms as he pleased!

But as with all good things, it had to come to an end. Olan prepared a Caesar Salad for dinner, his gaze appreciative when I entered the kitchen in a white dress with a square neckline, bell sleeves, and a handkerchief hemmed skirt.

“Wife, you are stunning,” he said, taking long strides around the island to scoop me up into a kiss.

I giggled, my hands cupping his face as I returned the kiss.

“I definitely am, and it’s mostly for me, but a little for you too,” I said playfully.

He pinched my ass, and I squealed, wriggling to be put down.

He let me down, going back to the counter to serve us big helpings of salad and garlic toast.

“This is delicious, I love Caesar salad.” I sighed happily, taking another bite.

“Selene shared the recipe with me,” he admitted, his cheeks deepening with a purple tint I was confident now was a blush.

“Oh? And when did you get a chance to speak with Selene?” I was genuinely confused.

He chuckled at my confusion, sliding me his phone.

“Open the messages app. It’s under the chat titled Aurora’s Angels.

” He took a bite as I found and scrolled through the messages.

Cece, Selene, Vickie, and, surprisingly, Nash, though he was a new addition to the chat, had all advised Olan via text.

I ate my salad, seeing recipes, what to wear to Il Boccone Bestiale , threats of locating god ending talismans––mostly from Nash––if I were hurt.

It was ridiculously heartwarming to see my friends working together for my happiness.

I slid his phone to his seat next to me. “I approve, though I also saw a chat with my brothers?”

“Yes, they are unreasonably protective, given as I am the most superior being you have ever been on dates with,” he said, leaning down to kiss the crown of my head.

I snorted, even though he wasn’t wrong; he was a pretty outstanding being.

With that in mind, I had decided to rework my crown.

I now had Lapis Lazuli glittering along the tungsten band to promote clear communication and honesty.

I would continue to wear it, especially in public, but those stones were for Olan.

I felt a mental probe––I should have known he would notice right away.

“If I am to be your wife––” I explained.

“You already are,” he growled.

“Then it is important for us to have open and honest ways to communicate,” I said, glossing over the redesign.

“And yet these stones only allow me full access to your mind, min elskede. ” He gave me a look that plainly said he wasn’t buying my hippogriff shit.

“Well, after the Dickening, I would hope you would also be more open to a lot more things as well.” My nonchalant declaration caused Olan to choke on his salad.

“The Dickening, min skat?” he looked at me in disbelief.

“What? I haven’t had good dick like that in... ever.” I smirked, scooping up my plate and making a run for it into the living room.

“ Min skat , you cannot outrun me, I can teleport,” he scolded, appearing before me, grabbing my plate with one hand, and placing it on the coffee table before snatching me up in his arms.

I was slightly rumpled when I arrived at work, Olan only leaving me twenty minutes to get ready before my shift.

I whipped through the lobby, happy to see Vickie was nowhere to be seen, because I didn't have time to talk now.

But I should have known my luck, as always, wasn't quite good enough. I barreled around the corner, right into Kenny.

I stiffened, backing away, not looking for a confrontation. I assumed that he must have finished his mandatory sexual harassment training if he was back.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, walking around him cautiously and continuing at a much slower pace to the locker rooms.

Surprisingly, he didn’t stop me. No comments, nothing. I opened the locker room door and saw his back as he turned around the corner.

Maybe this was the last I’d have to deal with Kenny, barring emergency situations.

“Rorie!” a chorus of voices greeted me: Rocio, Cece, Isla, Selene, and Vickie.

This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to avoid Vickie in the lobby!

“Hey ladies!” I said cheerfully, opening my locker. The mirror I had hung on the door showed smudged lipstick, wild hair, and swollen lips.

“So, the Caesar Salad was that good?” Vickie asked, giggling.

“Yeah, it was.” I agreed, running a brush through my hair and pulling it back into a tiny ponytail. “That being said, you meddlers,” I scolded, peering around my locker’s door at my friends old and new, noting they looked none too sheepish, “Thank you for helping to train my husband.”

“Oh, he’s your husband now, is he?” Rocio baited, her eyebrows waggling dramatically and pulling on her purple scales in a comical way .

“Theoretically, we’ve been married for a little over a month,” I quipped, using the makeup wipes to take off my lipstick and apply some Chapstick.

“So, if I were to say my abuela knew of a way to break your bond...?” Selene questioned, the silence after her sentence loud.

My heart hurt, and I rubbed my chest where the pain flared, shaking my head. “I don’t need it.”

And I didn’t. Maybe I was half in love with a monster god who granted wishes and gave new meaning to TDH, and it was crazy after a month. Is this what the romance novels call ‘insta love’? I didn’t really know, but––

“––I don't see the need to break something that doesn't need to be broken,” I said, feeling the truth of that declaration to my bones.

“That’s good, because what Abuela said sounded pretty impossible to do. How do you save a god’s life?” She mumbled, sounding, not for the first time, exasperated with her abuela’s advice.

“Oh, that makes sense, though,” Cece said, her snakes hanging in lazy coils down to her shoulders. “A life for a life. She was saved, so if she saves him, then they’d be even. Good thing y’all like each other, because you’re a badass, Rorie, but not goddess level.”

“Yes, the mantle of responsibility is too great for you mortals,” Rocio said sagely.

We all busted out, our laughter ringing throughout the locker room.