His eyes blaze such a violent white that I have to blink away the brightness, which appears blurry through the tears that now fall overmy cheeks in earnest. “And you can’t follow instructions worth a damn. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He makes the sound instead of simply clicking his tongue against his teeth and then brings one clawed finger to my face, where he gathers up just a single tear. He brings it to his tongue and licks it clean, unimpressed and unmoved by me. “What did I say about speaking without permission?”
I can’t answer, so I only nod.
He makes another cruel expression, and it’s only then that his gaze finally drops to my exposed breasts, still ringing with the sting of where he hit me. He bites his bottom lip, and the fact that I don’t pass out right there should earn me my next Peabody. “You need significant training, don’t you?”
Please. I nod again.
“You need a firm hand, don’t you?”
Oh God, yes.
“You’ve never had anyone train you before, have you?”
I shake my head. And it’s true.
His mouth ticks to one side to reveal sharpened teeth. “Just a disobedient little whore.”
Yes.I lick my lips.
His gaze canvases my every inch as mine does his. His blue body is sculpted and muscled and huge, marked by patterns too neat to be scars. I can’t quite make them out, but I also don’t have time to spare for them. Not when my eyes drift down.
“You have five minutes to help me decide if you’re worth it.” He leans back, throwing his arms out to the sides as he leans against the seat behind him, his huge naked body spread out over every inch of the limo’s floor.
His cock juts up into the space, and I am ... floored. I’ve never seen an appendage like it. It’s too long and too thick, and there’s a strange bulge around the middle that I don’t totally know what to do with. But when he beckons me forward with two fingers and says, “Get on your knees and unhinge that jaw. Come be a monster’swhore,” I’ve never moved faster. And as I clamber over his blue tree-trunk thighs, I remember what I told Mr. Singkham before I stormed out of his office.
I lied.
Monster’s whoreis the only thought on my mind. Spying on Taranis and bathing in holy water can come after.
Chapter Thirteen
Taranis
She drops to her knees like she’s paying the penance a lifetime of sin has cost her. I know in that moment that she won’t need five minutes.
She crawls over the short distance separating us, hands landing on my thighs. There isn’t space enough for her to fit between my legs, so she simply straddles one, her knees pressing into my skin in a way that should hurt, but doesn’t with the thick padding of fresh muscle separating us. I don’t think about it. Can’t think about it as I watch her, wholly entranced, approach thisthingthat I’m calling my dick now. Never seen a dick like it, but holy fuck if it doesn’t feel as sensitive as it did. Maybe more so as her fingers lightly work the shaft.
I tilt my head back, concentrating on the roof of the car. If I look down at her for even a fucking second, I’m 1,000 percent sure I’ll come in my pants before she can even get her mouth on me, and I want to feel her mouth fucking bad.
To say I’m more shocked than I’ve ever been would be the understatement of a lifetime. I’m more shocked now than when I sprouted horns out of my head half an hour ago. I should have known. I should have fucking known. Of course the first human I’ve ever been remotely impressed by wouldalsobe the perfect little sub to control.
I haven’t fucked anybody in a long time. The women who want me want to use me for my status, and I use them for the brief pleasure they provide in return. I hate humans. Fucking despise them. And yet this one here? Who smells like smoke and honey? With eyes that glitter like gems when tears fill them? This is not a face I will likely forget.
The desire comes over me—true desire, unlike anything I’ve ever felt—to give her exactly what she wants. To see this powerful woman—a woman who rages head-on into war, armed with no supernatural abilities, nothing but a fucking camera—on her knees for me? So desperate to suck my cock she can’t help the needy, mewling sounds she’s making?Fuuuuck.
Touch isn’t new to me, but hers feels like it as she handles my cock so carefully—at first. Exploring it, she moves her calloused fingertips over the ridges and veins, the strange bulge around the middle, the fucked-up almost pointed head. I grind my teeth together, the pain in my jaw worse than the fresh pain of new horns on my hairline. I don’t give a shit about my horns anymore. These crazy fucking appendages can wait. Because I can feel Monika’s warm lips pressing dewy pecks along the underside of my dick.
I am a dick.
I’m a bad fucking dude.
I shouldn’t touch her at all, not till I know how all this new shit works, but I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it right now. All I care about is fucking her. Maybe keeping her too.
Monika doesn’t hesitate. Her fearlessness doesn’t falter here in the face of this new challenge. Instead, she moves steadily, easily, like she’s practiced on a thousand monster cocks before this one. She rubs my dick over her mouth, down her right cheek, eyes closed, lips parted. I have to peek when her tongue sneaks out to taste the base of my shaft, as far down as my literal blue balls will allow.
I fight for control. Her hands are pressed to my inner thighs, prying them apart, but there’s nowhere to fucking go. I’m too goddamn huge, as big as that pink prick. And the worst part is, I can’t even make funof his bubble gum–colored skin anymore, because mine is baby blue. How freaking adorable.
“God-fucking-dammit!” I cry out. It’s too much. It’s all too fucking much.
