The side of Thoren’s mouth lifts in a half smile that makes me want to do nasty things with him. Jesus. I’m a monster fucker. Well, I could be a monster fucker if I just say the words he wanted to hear earlier. That’s... possible.
“Thanks,” he says, casually brushing his hand against my hip.
“So you still want to fuck.” I should not have uncovered my mouth.
Thoren chuckles softly, turning to face me fully even as the elevator stops. “Yeah. I still want to fuck.”
I stare up at him as my wayward hand reaches out to touch his furry chest and his hands grip my hips. I cannot not look at the alien I am definitely going to have sex with. He’s stupidlyhandsome in his human form, but in his gargoyle form? Well, it turns out I have a kink for Thoren in his natural state. “I’m going to be a monster fucker, Thoren. You’re not going to take this away from me, are you?”
Thoren’s smile spreads across his face with a wave of heat that feels like it could burn me up if I get too close. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Oh what a way to go.
I hit the button for the third floor of the house. “Take me to your room.”
Chapter twelve
Thoren
(Monster fuckers for the win)
I’m choosing to beflattered that my natural form is his preference, and I’m not going to wait too long and give him a chance to change his mind.
Ugh.
My own fucking brain makes me feel like a creep every time I think about this man.
Possessive- check
Dubious consent- check
All I need is the touch-him-and-die trope, and I’ll have the whole trifecta—
Shit.
I definitely had the immediate reaction to kill Walker when I saw him naked. If there hadn’t been three tables between him and Dec when I walked in, he’d be a bloody mess on the floor right now. He summoned me to the basement probably as soon as Dec walked in, and I was still blinded for a moment by the fact he was naked with my Dec.
I’m the worst, and there is something wrong with me. And I still fit myself into my human disguise, step out of the elevator, and throw this beautiful man over my shoulder. He yelps when I smack his perfect ass, and I stalk straight to my room. I kick the door closed behind me and toss him onto my bed, letting the disguise melt away and fitting myself back into my natural state.
I shake my wings out and Dec’s big brown eyes completely blow out. He sucks in a breath, freezing in place like he can’t move as long as he’s looking at me. Considering that my own species thinks I’m one of the ugly ones, it’s more than a little flattering. I run my hands up his legs, appreciating the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in his world right now. “Unless you want Uncle to replace your pants, I suggest unclasping them.”
My instruction is met with a look of confusion. “What?”
I lift my hand and wave my claws at him. “These are useful for a great many things, including ripping the clothes off your body.” I prefer to have consent for such raw expressions of my desire, but I don’t want to scare him, so that’s a conversation that can wait for—
“Do it,” he breathes, slack-jawed as he takes in the sharp points of my claws.
“Fuck,” I hiss, as absolute delight fills me from the end of my tail to tips of my wings.
I grasp the front of his pants and rip them open, shredding them with claws meant for eviscerating my prey. I toss the scraps of fabric away and stop in awe at the delicious view of a pair of satin gray lace panties that match my skin tone almost perfectly. They’re so perfect, it’s almost like he knew I’d be seeing these.
“Fuck.” The word slips out again as I press my face into his crotch to explore the texture of the lace with my lips. I lick through the fabric to the hard cock under it, running my tongue over him and grumbling my approval when he whimpers inpleasure, the scent of his arousal thickening until it’s nearly its own entity.
“Thoren. Please.” Dec’s strangled voice vibrates through my soul, and I growl in response.
I run my hands up his body, lifting my head to watch as I rip his shirt and jacket off, shredding them with as much raw need as I did his pants. As soon as his soft, pliant body is exposed to me, I push his arms above his head and pin them there with the small, clawed hands at the apex of my wings.
“Omigod, you have two pairs of hands,” he gasps, bucking his hips and rubbing his cock on whatever part of me he reaches.
