Monster gripped her throat, leaning back enough to look in her eyes and started pounding into her. Using his thrusts to punctuate his words.
“Next time I tell you to sit, Pixie.” He thrust harder and harder. His face turned stern and forceful. His grip on her throat restricted her airflow. “You don’t hover, you fucking sit.”
As he said it, he bucked into her hard and growled his release.
The restriction of air had her on the edge of another orgasm, but also at her limit. He released her throat and rubbed her clit for a mere three seconds, and she came around him still buried to the hilt.
“My good girl.”
If she hadn’t just come, those two words would’ve handled it.
Her body was doing everything it could to tell her he was the one as she drifted off to sleep.
Monster woke her two more times and gave her orgasm after orgasm.
FIVE
MONSTER
As quietly as possible, Monster untangled himself from Carys and got dressed. He had club business that was a priority over the hot little number in his bed. He wanted to get back to her as soon as possible.
Me too. Ulf growled in his head.
A complete sentence. A whole thought. Zero hesitation between words, which was his normal speech pattern.
Is she … Monster let the thought trail off. No way. He would’ve felt it, felt something. Besides, they weren’t meant to have a mate like other wolves were.
Don’t know. Not sure. Just, she’s … different.
Monster missed the words Ulf was saying and instead focused on the fact that he was saying them. He looked down at the silver, still firmly in contact with his skin.
Are you okay?
Yes. No. I’m tired.
Monster understood that, could hear the energy it took for Ulf to fight the effect of the silver.
But I was awake, aware of her.
For a moment, Monster hoped. Dared to dream that maybe Ulf wasn’t as defective as he’d once been. Maybe he was growing from the more time he spent with a pack, as it were.
Maybe more time with Carys would help.
But then he felt words like blood, tear, never again float through his thoughts and realized, hope was a cunt.
His attention turned once more to the woman in his bed. Fuck, he wanted more nights with her, more days. Hell, more dinners. While he wasn’t cut out for the mate thing or the ol’ lady thing, he could do the repeat thing. The girlfriend thing.
A smile quirked up the corners of his lips as he stroked her messy, short hair. He snatched one of the cuffs from the nightstand before leaning down. He whispered in her ear, “Pixie, do you need the bathroom? I’m going to be back in about three hours.”
Carys shook her head and made a sleepy sound.
Three hours his ass. Nothing ever took three hours, but it was a lie for him. To ease his guilt of tying her to his bed without being able to reach the bathroom. “Okay,” he said while cuffing one wrist to the bed frame on the lower hook eye so she wouldn’t be stretched uncomfortably. His hope was she could go back to sleep, and he could wake her when he returned.
Well, that didn’t happen, she spoke before he made it to the door.
“Wait. Are you just going to leave me like this?” Her sleepiness was replaced with disbelief.
Turning back to her, Monster was at a loss how to explain the overwhelming thought that she might leave. He sat back next to her and stroked her cheek tenderly. Ulf practically purred as he slumbered.
