Page 73 of Monster. Me.

In, out, in, out…

Every time he pushes forward, I feel him hitting a spot deep inside that makes my vision go white. Still, he's careful, mindful of the stretch, treating my body like something sacred.

He watches my face through the whole thing, his eyes tracking every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of my lips.

There's an emotional weight to it, a sense of bonding that makes me feel… seen, appreciated, cherished like never before, when I was just a dirty secret, a side piece, ready to be dumped whenever a suitable omega would show up.

And I know, however premature it may sound, he’s not just taking me; he’s loving me through this act alone, and this is a first for me.

He drives in and backs out, the sound of our wet skin slapping together filling the sun-saturated air, sending waves of electricity through my spine.

The ‘lovemaking’ aspect of it is intoxicating; I want it to last, to bask in being precious, but as the minutes pass, the energy between us starts to shift. The slow glides become slightly faster, as the pressure of our blood is rising. The gentle eye contact turns into something primal.

Fenn loses that cautious restraint, his movements becoming more powerful, more urgent. He grips my hips, driving into me with a raw passion, I'm lost in the friction, the heat, and the sheer size of him filling me up. We're crashing into each other like the tide against the shore, a frantic, breathless scramble toward the edge.

Finally, the climb is done.

It's too much, too blissful…

Shivers, sparks racing through my nervous system, bliss, ecstasy, all of it, well up inside me like a rising, cresting wave.

My body tautens and shoots like a bow; the climax hits, and it's explosive. I cry out his name, my tunnel clenching and pulsing around his dick in rhythmic waves, while Fenn lets out a roar that vibrates through my entire frame, his body shuddering as he spills into me, and there’s… an insane amount of cum. It immediately starts to pour out of my hole with every fading thrust.

Wow, I’ve never seen that much even in porn, a whole river of cum! He must be producing at full capacity.

Fenn doesn't pull away immediately, just collapses on top of me, though mindful of his weight, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

We lie there in the grass, tangled and dripping with sweat, our breaths syncing up as the world slowly comes back into focus.

I hold him tight, knowing something has changed between us today. Fenn and I have crossed an invisible line.

What lies ahead?

As my thoughts drift, lazy and disordered, something begins to press into my awareness. And I realize what it is.

There’s a small crack in the perfection of our first time.

Deep down, I think I was hoping we’d experience the First Orgasm the way fated mates do, the one where their separated souls finally come together in a spectacular burst of electrical discharges, a once-in-a-lifetime event.

But… it didn’t happen for us.

Still, I close my eyes and refuse to let go of the strange hope that’s been stubbornly growing inside me ever since the day I touched him in the hallway. Despite the ‘he’s a purple alpha’ impossibility.

For now, I calm myself by coming up with all sorts of explanations.

Maybe it was the blockers, which are known to weaken the First Orgasm. Or maybe it’s just a shifter thing. Perhaps monsters don’t experience it at all.

Who knows. I’m keeping an open mind. You never know what might happen. Right?

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I return to my room feeling strange. Wonderful, but filled with a nagging sense of unease, faint tremors running through my entire body. I really did it. I slept with him.

Now Rupert and I are no different.

We both tossed the whole Alpha Activation program out the window and are simply doing whatever we want…

My entire body is still humming with pleasure. My hole throbs faintly, still remembering that intense stretch.