Page 1 of Monster's Obsession

PROLOGUE

BLAKE

BEFORE

“Crawl to me, Pet,” my monster king purred as he sat on his gold throne in front of me.

He was lounging there, his wide shoulders and pumped-up muscles calling to me. Everything about him called to me.

And he was mine. Everything about him was mine. At least in this moment.

He crooked his finger towards me, the long-clawed tip glinting in the pale light of the room. My insides flickered, my panties wet simply from seeing him there in all of his glory. I was voracious for him.

He was completely nude, his Iong red cock jutting out to his stomach, the two heads glistening with liquid that I knew first-hand was delicious. I couldn't wait to feed on it. To take each head in my mouth in the only way that I could ever own my king. His pleasure. It was all mine in these dreams.

But it would have to do.

His posture was relaxed, but I could see in his gaze how much he wanted me. The feverish glint that those golden eyes got when he was aroused. They told me he was wild and worked up, and it gave me the courage to slowly crawl towards him, the silver silk robe I was wearing trailing down my shoulders as I moved across the room.

I was aware oftheirgazes too.

The rest of my monsters.

My sweet monster was in his human form, leaning against the wall, slowly stroking his swollen cock, up and down, up and down. His eyes were closed, and a lock of his dark hair had fallen in his face, but I knew he was aware of every move I made, every breath I took. He was always aware of me, more so than the others, like he lived toseeme.

My violent, violet-gazed monster tracked me as I crawled. “Dirty little angel,” he growled, his voice a low whisper that wrapped around me, tightening around my skin. He was my dirty talker, preferring to stay on the edges of our play. But his voice was the soundtrack to my orgasms.

And my last monster…his shadows flickered in and out of focus in the dark corners of the room, nowhere and yet everywhere at once. He was terrifying. There was a dark energy to him, darker than the others. Like every time he fucked me, he hated to do it.

But he still fucked me well.

His emerald eyes hungrily stalked me as I crawled.

I wasn’t sure whether it was real or imagined, but the distance to the throne seemed to get longer. Every move I made never got me any closer to my king.

My breasts were aching, my thighs slick with wanting him. Wanting them.

They’d all taken me night after night. And still, it was never enough. When I woke up, I’d be all alone again, my body pulsing with need, desperate for more. Always more.

A tongue suddenly slipped through my folds, and I screamed in surprise as it darted away. I glanced behind me, only to see the wisp of a dark tendril folding back into the shadows.

I stuck my tongue out at the asshole for teasing me and then turned back towards my monster king, whose dark chuckle caressed my skin. “Do you want more of his tongue, Blake? Does your greedy pussy need it?”

I gasped again as his hot tongue separated my folds, dancing around my entrance…before darting away again.

I growled in frustration and crawled faster, desperate to get some relief.

Suddenly, sharp claws were pulling my thighs apart, and he was covering the seam of my sex with his mouth. He sucked and licked voraciously, a clawed fingertip pushing into my clenching core.

I moaned…loudly, my front dropping to the ground as he held my ass up…and feasted. He forced his face into my core, sucking rhythmically…messily on my folds and clit.

“Please, please, please,” I sobbed when he abruptly stopped.

My king clucked his tongue sympathetically. “What do you need, Pet?”

I trembled as I lifted myself back to my hands, shaking my head and trying to clear the lust-ridden fog clouding my head. “I need a fucking orgasm,” I shot back at him.

“Then keep coming…”