Another swat lands on my arse, and I’m once again trying to claw my way up the bed, but it’s no use. The leggings I was wearing slowly slip over my bum as Cathal tugs them down to my ankles, and soon, I’m only in a pair of panties. He leaves the leggings where they are, which ensures I’m not able to run away. Then my underwear is pushed to the side.
I glance over my shoulder and watch as he runs his fingers up my inner thighs. He’ll soon find out I’m drenched. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. And it’s all because of a monster.
“Mm,” he murmurs when his index finger finds my slit. “Just like I thought.” I watch as he brings the digit to his lips and slowly tastes me with those dark orbs pinned on mine.
“Cathal,” I murmur, and he glances up. “Please,” I beg. I want more, so much fucking more, but I’m shy to ask for it.
Fighting with him is easy, I can do that without a second thought, but this, this is different.
“Tell me, wee fox,” he coaxes. “Tell me what you need.”
He dips a finger between my legs once more, and my eyes roll back as pleasure warms its way through my body. Every nerve ending is alight with electricity as he gently traces his finger over my wetness. Again and again. When he stops, he adds a second digit before dipping them inside me, which has me whimpering.
My hips lift off the bed, only to have him chuckle, but he swats my arse again as he circles my clit with his wet fingers. My toes curl in my trainers as the expert touch of the monster behind me sends me into orbit.
Mewls and moans escape my lips, and I’m so close to my release, nearing the edge, I can practically taste the explosion of pleasure. But then he pulls away, and I can’t stop the whine of frustration from falling easily from my mouth.
“Do ye really think I’m goin’ ta have ye comin’ while my dick ain’t inside ye?” He’s not joking. Far from it. He lifts my ankles and spins me over. I’m on my back, looking up at the beauty of him. He doesn’t say a word as he takes off my shoes, then my socks and leggings. “Off wit ye wee tank top,” he orders. “I want to see all of ye.”
I obey. It’s the only thing I can do because I want this. I want him. I unclasp my bra and allow it to fall from my shoulders. If I thought he was feral before, he’s practically salivating at the sight of me now. My cheeks heat with embarrassment because a man has never looked at me like this. If I had to be honest, my ex-boyfriend never trailed his gaze over me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“You’re feckin’ beautiful,” Cathal says, his gaze taking in every inch of me.
His hands move to the button of his jeans, then the zip hisses as he slowly pushes it down. He’s teasing. When his jeans lower to his thighs, I must force myself to not have my mouth drop open. Every part of him is toned with corded muscle. And then there’s the thickness against the tight fabric of his underwear.
“C’mere to me, wee fox. Show me how much ye want me.”
I sit up and hook my fingers in the waistband before tugging the briefs down. His cock, thick and hard, juts out. Leaning in, I lap at the wet tip, and his arousal paints my tongue. He’s salty, delicious, and I want more. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I slide my mouth down the length until it hits the back of my throat.
“Feck!” The grunt of pleasure that escapes him makes me smile. I continue my ministrations, sending a vibration of need coursing down his cock when I hum. “You’re goin’ ta have ta stop that,” he tells me. I release him from my mouth and scoot back on the bed until he drops to his knees and spreads my thighs. With one finger, he shifts my panties to the side and then his wet, warm tongue is on my pussy.
He laps at me like a starving man. Gently, he circles my clit with one finger while another dips inside me as he sucks on me. He devours me until my legs are shaking and my toes have curled into the sheet.
“Cathal,” I call out when I’m nearing the edge.
But this time, he doesn’t stop. He adds a second and then a third finger inside me. He pumps them faster and faster until I’m screaming out his name. I don’t care who hears me. I’m lost in pleasure as I tip over the edge.
Short moments pass, and I come down from the high. I open my eyes to find Monster nestled between my legs. He fits there perfectly, like he was made to be there. His erection nudges at me, and I nod. “Please.”
Ever so slowly, he teases his way into me. He presses his lips to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue. With every inch he fills me with, the more I dig my nails into his shoulders.
My back arches from the bed by the time he’s fully seated. I’m filled, stretched, and it feels amazing. Those dark eyes are on me, keeping me in the present moment. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with him.
“You’re feckin’ stunnin’.” There’s a gentle affection in his words. “Ye fit around me like a feckin’ glove, sweet girl.” His hips move slowly, pulling out, and thrusting back in.
“Cathal, please, I…” There are no words. I can’t come up with the words to ask him for what I want or need. I’m lost to the pleasure of him. And I don’t ever want to be anywhere else.
EIGHTEEN
MONSTER
“Tell me, wee fox,”I coax as I fuck her, my cock thick and aching as her body pulses around me. The warmth of her coats my shaft when I move, her body accepts mine when I thrust deep. This has to be a once-off. I can’t taint her with my need for vengeance. I’ve already told her I want to kill her folks. I’m surprised she’s still here and hasn’t run off.
“I need you to fuck me,” Miren whispers as she cups my face in her hands and holds me steady.
I want to turn away because when I look at her, I realise all the bad things I’ve done have made sure I’m tortured like this. With her. There have been secrets between us, but now they’re out in the open, I want to know more. I want to dig into her mind and uncover all she keeps in that pretty head. Those strange-coloured eyes stare at me, waiting for my response. I pull out and slam back in, knocking the breath from her lungs.
“This world is not for you,” I tell her as I claim her. “Everyone who had an ounce of good in them is dead. Happiness doesn’t flourish here, wee fox. We live in darkness. We revel in it,” I say as I stare down at the beauty below me.