Page 118 of Monster. Me.

I find him in the main bedroom, sitting at the edge of the bed. He greets me with a sharp intake of breath. His pupils widen as he takes me in.

"Good Fate… gorgeous. Gorgeous… Maybe give me a little spin?"

I turn around for him, biting my lip. I’m almost certain he’s staring at my bare ass visible through the slit in the back of the apron.

And he wants to say something, but he suddenly hesitates. It's as if whatever he wants to say might be too much.

"Say it," I tell him, looking at him almost defiantly. Something is growing between us with every passing second, a kind of hunger, a burning sensation, and I can feel it building toward a breaking point.

"Are you mine, Marlow?"

I furrow my brows.

"Am I, Fenn? Do you want it? I’ve been picked before. But I’ve never been claimed. So you have to be sure."

His expression changes slightly. He tilts his head with a sharp, peculiar motion, as though his mantis nature is surfacing for a moment, accompanied by the unsettling click of vertebrae in his neck that only adds to the wild impression.

"Oh yes, you are mine. So very much."

I grin. "Like most cats, I can only have one true owner."

Mirroring him, I tilt my head, but I do it playfully, teasingly, and he narrows his eyes, an odd shimmer flickering in them.

Then he lunges! I flinch, but my pulse immediately kicks up. Thanks to my cat nature, I've always had a weakness for rougher, wilder courtship.

With one fluid twist, Fenn flips me over, and suddenly I'm pressed against the edge of the bed, my ass lifting instinctively in invitation, as if I’m an omega presenting himself during heat.

He leans over me, sniffing loudly, and I feel his nose glide across my buttocks before traveling higher along my spine. The tip brushes over every single vertebra while his tongue traces a zigzag pattern behind it, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

Deliberately, I bump my ass against his crotch, almost obnoxiously, impatiently, as I can already feel him hardening fast.

But he refuses to rise to the bait just yet. His lips drift toward my neck, and when they're close enough, I feel it. He parts them slightly, warm breath flowing over my skin while sharp, thin teeth graze the surface of my skin. A powerful rush of desire surges through me, making me rub against his bulge even more frantically.

Really, can you blame me? Cats mate while being held by the scruff, and I think Fenn knows that.

Male mantises, meanwhile, stay attached to their partners for hours. I'm not entirely sure whether Fenn leans more toward male mantis traits or carries some female ones as well. After all, every ABO is born with a womb, regardless of whether they're an alpha, beta, or omega.

The pressure of his teeth against my neck subtly increases while one finger hooks into the strap tying my apron and slowly unravels it. At the same time, his other hand provides a striking contrast to this dominant behavior, sliding gently across my chest as his fingertips paint small circles around my nipples in a way that draws helpless, shameless moans from me.

He pinches one lightly, and a strange new sensation shoots through me, almost electric in intensity. Did my early pregnancy make them so much more sensitive? As he continues teasing them with slow tugs and gentle squeezes, a low, vibrating sound escapes my throat. I don't think I've ever made that sound before, and even now, I'm not entirely sure what it means.

Then it dawns on me… It's a plea for him to mark me!

His lips immediately move toward my gland, untouched, virginal, left unclaimed. Meanwhile, his fingers push the loosened apron aside, while he keeps me pressed against the edge of the bed.

His hard, hot manhood, which somehow popped out of his pants, begins to slide slowly across my crack and the surface of my hole, coating it with precum.

It's a specific movement. He traces light circles, pressing but not entering. He stretches me slightly, then withdraws. I try to encourage him to push deeper, but he keeps evading me. Then, just when I think he's pulled away, I suddenly feel him press in, and this time he's about a third of an inch deeper. This teasing goes on for a long while. Soon, slick is running down my thighs. My hole swells and opens in invitation; I can sense small, sharp rippling sensations as my tunnel pulsates. But Fenn makes it all painstakingly slow. He lifts his hand from my chest, gathers some of the moisture coating my entrance, and brings his fingers to his mouth, holding them deliberately close to my ear so I can hear clearly as he licks them clean with a wet smack.

"You taste like honey."

The way he teases me by swaying behind my ass triggers another impatient, long, whimpering sound from my throat, an AO call: I'm begging him to give me pleasure, to have sex with me.

Finally, the pressure of his dickhead increases, and my ring stretches, closing tight around him. The push becomes more certain. He no longer pulls away completely, even when he eases the pressure. Instead, he works his way deeper into my tightness with slow circular movements.

I can barely breathe. Something is brewing inside me, a burning need for everything to finally fall into place.

Suddenly, I catch something strange at the edge of my vision.