Page 2 of Monster's Obsession

There was a challenge in his glinting gold gaze, and a promise. If I just played his game, I would get everything I wanted.

At least as much as could fill my sleeping hours.

I took a careful…hopeful look behind me before I crawled toward him again.

And thenhismouth was there again. His tongue spearing so far inside of me, it felt like it was pressing against my womb.

“Fuck,” my shadow monster growled against my folds. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could eat this fucking pussy forever.”

His teeth scraped against me gently as he ate at me wildly, his growls vibrating on my tender core.

My desperate cries filled the hall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw milky cum jetting onto my dark-haired monster’s tan stomach, his vibrant, milky blue eyes bearing down on me.

The sight of that had pleasure tearing through me violently, convulsing over my skin…tremors wracking my insides.

I locked eyes with my king, his forked tongue slipping out like he was tasting my lust in the air as I came.

And still, my shadow monster ate at me. I reared back against him, riding his mouth as he continued to lick and suck. The pad of his finger rubbed against my asshole, the twin sensations so strong, my head was rocking back and forth, hoarse screams scraping against my throat.

A little more pressure and another rush of pleasure was rocking through me, painful in its intensity to the point that my vision flickered around the edges, like his shadows were invading my head and not just my body.

“Enough,” the king’s calm voice sliced through the air.

His mouth and tongue instantly disappeared. I whined and glanced back, and this time I saw him before he disappeared. His emerald green eyes almost looked…longing as he stared at me. This was sex. Jaw-dropping, incredible, irreplaceable sex that I hoped would continue in my dreams forever.

But that was all it was.

Dream monsters weren’t supposed to look at you like that.

I blinked, and he was gone.

“Blake.” The monster king’s voice was like a beacon. He never got jealous of his friends playing with me, but when he decided it was his turn…he expected it to happen immediately.

And evidently…he’d decided it was his turn.

I turned my attention towards him, my breath hitching at the sight of his sharp-tipped claws squeezing one of his crowned heads like he was trying to hold off his own impending orgasm.

Licking my lips, I began to crawl again…but this time, the room slipped away and I was at his feet just a few seconds later.

I fucking loved dreams.

“You look hungry, Pet,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded and sensual, like twin sparks of candlelight in a dark room.

“I’m starving.”

“Fuck,” I heard my dark-haired sweet one murmur. I glanced over and saw he was erect again.

I was just as hungry for him.

“Eyes on me,” the king growled, an edge of savagery in his tone.

“Always,” I purred, sitting up on my knees so I could rest my hands on his massive thighs.

“I want to suck on you,” I murmured, leaning down to slowly lick a line up his stomach. “I want to make you cum. I want to taste you.”

“How much do you want it, Pet?”

I moaned in response, pressing my chest against his legs.