Page 45 of A Monster’s Future

“I am breathing!”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “I will distract you.”

I didn’t need to ask how because the air around us was already shifting, the masculine, musky scent of him wrapping around me. Calming chemicals filtered through my system everywhere our bodies touched. But it wasn’t just calm his body created for me. It was need too. Desire.

“Julie.” His gaze dropping to my lips was the only warning I got before he kissed me, his mouth crashing onto mine.

His lips were hot and demanding, and I melted against him without a fight, feeling like I was exactly where I belonged. One powerful hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him. His tongue swept past my lips, thrusting into my mouth.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me. His tail slid up my leg, the rough texture of his skin sending heat pooling in my belly. I moaned into his kiss, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as the flat of his tail pressed against the front of my leggings, right over my clit.

His cock pressed against my pussy through the layers of clothing we wore, and I almost wished we could shed them and fuck right now, in the air. I ground against him, making him groan.

But just as quickly as it had started, Grtirr pulled his lips away. Fingers tightened around me as he swooped to the side, flying between two narrow rock walls. I clung to him, the thrill of the flying combining with the lust that coursed through me. With his cock still hard between us, he dove in for the landing.

I clung to my winged beast as I scanned the ledge we’d landed on. The surface was mostly stone, but there was some grass on one side and a gnarled, but strong, tree sticking out of the junction between the ledge and the mountain. How it had managed to take root on the side of a mountain, I had no idea, but it was in full bloom, its flowers filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance.

That same neon green paint that was everywhere inside the stronghold pointed toward the cave opening, almost glowing from the pigments. Grtirr had installed a door, which opened the moment he approached with me still in his arms.

“My research tells me it was customary for human males to carry their brides across this threshold. Would you like that?”

I nodded. I’d liked that tradition very much, and had always thought it was romantic.

With a grin of triumph, my Kadrixan warrior carried me over the threshold.

Chapter 23: Grtirr

The door sealed shut behind us, and the overhead lights clicked on, illuminating the inside of the nest with a soft glow. There were strings of work lights too, dimmed down until they looked like twinkling stars.

I worked so hard to put this nest together, but right now, I didn’t have time to admire it. Not when Julie was pressed against me so softly and neatly.

Her lips were still swollen from my last kiss, her cheeks flushed. I crushed my mouth to hers again, my hands sliding down to grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her higher against me. She gasped into my mouth, her legs locking around my waist as I carried her deeper into our private sanctuary. The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating, and so, so perfect, like it was meant for me and me alone. My cock throbbed against the seams of my leathers.

At the center of the cave was our mating bed. But instead of a modern flat sleeping platform that many Kadrixan males preferred, I’d gone for the traditional in a nod to Julie’s reverence for romantic customs and gestures. It was a wide, bowl-shaped platform raised from the floor, lined with the softest furs and piled high with blankets and pillows. It wasn’t the same fur as was traditionally used back on Kadri, but stolix fur was softer and waterproof too, nearly self-cleaning.

I lowered her onto the furs, my body following hers. I eagerly stripped away the layers between us. Julie, just as impatient as always, helped by pulling off her tunic and leggings and tossing them over the lip of our nest. Then she was bare beneath me, her skin glowing in the soft light.

“So perfect,” I growled, loving the way her yellow hair spread out on the satiny soft pillow.

I couldn’t believe I’d ever dared question the mate bond. She was made for me. I had no doubt of it.

I spread her legs and wedged myself between them as she leaned back against a pillow at the nest’s edge. She looked back at me, hunger just as plain in her eyes as she roamed the front of my body, her eyes drifting over my shoulders and down my chest and belly to the cock jutting proudly for her. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and her chest rose and fell with a ragged breath.

She reached for me, her fingers closing around my cock. I hissed through my teeth as she stroked me, her fingers dragging over my spiraled ridges with deliberate pressure. Those ridges were made for her, each one designed to grind against her inner walls, to make her scream my name.

Her fingers were tracing every inch of my shaft, and I twitched in her grip. Her touch was slow, teasing, her thumb swirling over the head before sliding back down to squeeze the base. A growl tore from my throat when she rubbed her palm over the tip, smearing the pre-come beading there.

“Fuck, my little mate.”

A cocky smirk crossed her face. My little mate liked feeling in control.

I let her play for as long as I could stand it, trying to give her the illusion of control. But the scent of her arousal was too much, the way her thighs trembled beneath me too tempting. With a snarl, I grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, my patience snapping. I wasn’t waiting another second.

I moved back to give myself room before lowering my head between her thighs to the curls that hid her sex, my tongue already flicking out before I even made contact to taste the air. Fuck. She was delicious.

The first lick of her made my cock jerk, my hips grinding against the furs as I fought for control. My tongue was made for this—the forked top designed to drive her wild. I focused on her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with slow, deliberate strokes while my tail slid between her thighs, the flat tip rolling up to fit inside her.

Julie’s back arched off the furs, her fingers flying to my horns as I impaled her with my tail. The vibrations came unbidden, completely out of my control. They sent a shudder through her and made her hips jerk against my mouth. I groaned against her pussy.