Page 44 of Hardest Hearts
“Right, I guess that means if I lose my shit and bite someone, I go back to being a snake.”
“Maybe?” Or are some changes permanent?
Will I keep the claws forever? I can’t imagine how I am going to explain them in job interviews. Will he be able to have the tail removed? Or will it drop off, lizard style?
He pulls his hands free of mine and pulls me into a tight embrace. “Thank you for not quitting on me and telling Michael to get fucked when he brought you home to share.” He breathes in next to my throat, and all I can think of is that I must smell of dirt and sex and unwashed hair. “I don’t know how you… No. Just thank you for seeing past the monster.”
“It’s easy to do when you understand that everyone here was human once. That said, I found you terrifying when you were angry.”
“So do I. I’m going to work on it.” He draws back and kisses me. The fork of his tongue flickers over my lip, teasing until I open for him.
Beneath me, his dicks harden. It would be easy to lift up and ease onto him, but if I do what will that mean?
Before, he was a monster and I thought he needed me to change. Now we both know that he didn’t, and that I enjoyed getting fucked by monsters a bit too much. My cheeks heat, even as his hand slides beneath my skirt to brush against my clit. I’m already wet, but this feels wrong now he is human whereas it didn’t when he was a monster.
What is wrong with me?
It’s okay to fuck a monster who I’ve just met, but wrong to fuck the man he’s become?
His fingers go still. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not usually like this. I’m not a—”
He silences me with another kiss. “You’re not usually selfless? Caring? Sexy?”
I shake my head. “No one has ever called me that.”
“They should have. I will. You helped people you didn’t know, who you shouldn’t have even trusted, yet because of you, I remembered what being human means. You gave me a chance.” He lifts me onto his dick. “I’m glad I have two. That way I can fuck you with both.”
I gasp as I take him deeper. “At the same time?”
“If you want.” I thread my fingers through his hair as he works my hips over his length. The only reminder that he isn’t fully human is the touch of his tongue and the hard press of his fangs as he kisses me. He pushes up my skirt, so his hands cup the cheeks of my ass. “I can fuck your ass at the same time.” The tip of a claw brushes against my pucker and I whimper. “Is that a yes?”
I nod, and he lifts me up to reposition himself so the cock slick with my juices is pressing against my ass. It’s that one he works in first, pressing hard against the tight ring of muscle until I open for him. With the tip inside of me, he angles the other one so as I sink down, I take both of them deeper.
It’s almost too much, as he works me over his lengths. But the climax builds within me as every nerve is teased and tormented.
“That’s it, come for me.”
And I do. His lips smother my cry as I grind against him, and he holds me close. We’re both panting and pressed together. This time there appear to be no changes, confirming my theory it’s not the sex, it’s whatever happens in their head. Sex was only the key to re-finding their humanity.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“What?” I pull back to look him in the eyes. They are amber, like a wild animal’s. “Did something happen?” Did I miss a change?
“I don’t have any pants.”
“Join the club. Would you like the robe? It’s that or nothing.” It’s the same deal he offered me. I’m glad now that I took it, and my skirt and shirt.
He laughs. “I’ll take the robe.”
22
Julie
When I wake up, my body aches after another night on the ground. I don’t remember falling asleep, only taking off the robe and handing it to Joe…
Joe!