Page 4 of Monster's Obsession

Why did my dreams have to torture me like this? I was all alone all day, and at night I had this. More pleasure than I knew what to do with. I didn’t need my brain to imagine more…

I moaned, ignoring what he’d just said. I leaned back against his chest and reached up to fist his horns.

That seemed to do the trick of distracting him because he lost control then, pounding into me violently.

Every thrust hurt, and every thrust brought me closer to yet another orgasm.

“You’re going to cum for me, Blake. Your cunt is going to choke my cock.”

His tail slid down my folds until it reached my slick rosebud. It pressed inside at the same time a flutter started low in my insides, turning into a violent crescendo that coursed through me.

I was screaming, my gaze locked on the monsters in front of me.

I came and came until the edges of my vision darkened…and eventually everything disappeared.

CHAPTER 1

TEMPEST

NOW

Have you ever wanted something so badly that it promised to destroy you? Where nothing you did would shake it off. And no matter how hard you fucking tried, you were going to fall flat on your face?

That was me with Blake. The human I hated, who we’d been feeding on for years in her dreams, fucking her every which way. Then Creed had to go and bring her into Wyld to feed our population. Many called her our savior. The guys were obsessed with her to a fault.

Why didn't any of them see that she could be our destruction?

Or maybe it was just me.I was obviously broken in the head, because even looking at her got my cock so hard it hurt. That was all she was to me though. A fuck.

I sat atop the lofty stone of our city wall near the entrance gates, legs dangling over the edge where the world stretched outward into a never-ending mass of sand, where the blood-red sky burned bright.

Blake stood outside the city, at least half a mile away, glancing around, appearing completely lost. I was pressed up tight against the side of the gates in case she gazed my way, but she was too busy frantically running toward the city gates to notice me.

The longer I watched her, the more convinced I was that I could taste her honeyed scent on the back of my throat.

It buzzed in my nostrils, the impression of her body burned on my hands. The moans she made in my ears from all the times I ruined her as I took her—fuck, I was becoming as tormented as Creed and the others around this human. This was another reason I had to get rid of her once and for all.

Open-mouthed, she clutched her middle, her head swinging left and right with fright, a small cry on her lips. She was completely lost and terrified—fuck yes, I was a bastard for enjoying her this way.

Would I change it?

Absolutely not.

I put her outside the city walls for the taking, after all.

There was more than one way to save what little sanity I had left—getting rid of her once and for all had seemed the best of those options.

She turned toward the metal doors, pushing at them, slamming her tiny fists against them. No one would hear her when they were too busy dealing with Steele’s return—the Red Queen’s killer. Even the guards must have left their now empty stations to help capture him.

Turning my attention to Blake once more, I studied her from up here.

Her absurd pink hair, fluttering over her deflated shoulders, glinting in the sunlight. The ridiculous loose dress that hung off her small frame. She was barefooted too.

I assumed that once we took her from earth and brought her to our world, I’d be able to put her in the back of my mind. I’d fuck her when we needed to feed, then do my own thing. But I realized I’d never get enough as long as she was in my face day in and day out.

Grinding my teeth, I raised my head just in time to catch sight of the sand moving like a rippling sea in a storm, promising the arrival of real danger.

I should be relieved she’d be out of my hair.