Page 42 of Zodiac Monsters

My lungs hitched when he started rubbing up and down in gentle, flicking motions. Adrian bit into my ear, then sucked on it to distract me from the anxiety I’d been feeling, seeing every imperfect bump and curve on such bold, unrestricted display. I wanted my body smoothing under suit, my flattering belt, and my pretty dress, but when he slipped low between my legs again, dipping his fingers back into my pussy, and watching me through our reflection with the eyes of a ravenous wolf, a combative defiance in the back of my heart was glad I didn’t have them.

Was that confidence really mine? Or was this part of my transformation, too?

“How many times will you unravel for me tonight, Darling?” His growl was inhuman, as if to remind me that the man currently working me towards orgasm wasn’t my professor at all. If what he’d said was true, this was an entirely different consciousness for an entirely different monster, who had no bearing or connection to Adrian Karras’ sane mind.

But then, the Pisces also spoke as if he remembered me—like this was a meeting Adrian’s inner beast had been anticipating. If the Zodiac Shifter and my professor were two different forms of consciousness, then I could at least take comfort in the fact that this one unabashedly wanted me. I might never have Adrian’s heart, but I could have his monster.

He bit into my shoulder until he drew blood, while he pressed his hard cock against the small of my back. His bite was pain, but his saliva healed me in the same breath. “I just want to please you,” he purred. “I want everyone to see you writhing for me.” He rubbed circles inside me, massaging just the right spot. “Won’t you show them all that you’re mine?”

I inhaled deeply, then placed my palm on his knuckles, and squeezed the rough scales to urge him to finger fuck me harder and deeper. The vibration of his amusement melded with my sharp gasp as he obliged me, plunging in to his last knuckle with his middle and index fingers, and dragging that textured heel of his hand over my clit.

I clenched on him instinctively, then I rolled my hips in wishful compliance, needing the movement to keep building my own high. I kept squeezing his knuckles as I rode his fingers in clear display of the restaurant window. My arousal coated his hand, smoothing the ride as I rode him with increasing desperation and aggression.

“Slow down, Lila. I’m not done with you yet.” He hissed as he withdrew his fingers. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, then leaned over me so I could watch as he tasted my fluids that drenched his fingertips. He made a show of sucking each digit clean, before he returned his lips to my neck. “Perfection.” He whispered, and I flushed hot as an inferno. “You’re so naughty to let me spoil dinner with dessert.”

“Please don’t stop.” I breathed, barely able to rationalize. If this sort of eagerness to please was a trait of the Pisces, I’d look forward to March every year. “Show me how an Alpha Pisces pleases their mate.”

“As you wish.” He lifted my naked body into his arms, then he set me down on the edge of a table. I was still facing the mirror image of us, as he knelt down in front of me, and pushed my legs apart, giving the whole restaurant an unencumbered view of my pussy.

I held onto the edges of the table to ground myself, trying to convince my brain not to think about our audience, and I hoped I wasn’t about to ruin my entire life over one, single night.

His wings stayed low, and my heart about stopped when the sound of a door opening rang through the open air. I was spread out on the table when the waitress walked over with two bowls of ice cream, melting slowly under a drizzle of hot fudge.

“The dessert you ordered, Dr. Karras.” She said with a smile, completely unbothered as she placed a dish on each side of my spread thighs. The soft red glow to her eyes spoke to the magic in her blood. “I hope you enjoy your meal.”

I was stunned into shocked silence as she returned to the restaurant without another word.

Adrian was just as unbothered, as he picked up the bowl of ice cream and held it over my bare chest. I was near hyperventilating, while he shook his head. “Don’t worry about them. This is about you and only you.” His complete disregard was unexpected, and I hoped that same fearlessness might rub off on me as I became a performance peace for the city of Graves.

The Pisces didn’t care about revealing himself, feigning modesty, or holding back. He held my eyes in his, while a cruel smirk rested on his lips, and he tilted the bowl until the melted vanilla and warm chocolate sauce flowed freely over the edge.

Hot and cold dribbled onto my breasts, and he took his time coating my nipples until the sweet dessert was running down the shapes of my torso. The thin stream of cream snaked around the lines of my stomach, then continued along the v-line of my hips, until it was pooling at my pussy.

We remained locked in eye contact as he moved the bowl higher, until the sweet cream was dripping directly onto my lips. I took the bait, and I licked the chocolate from his mate mark in one slow stroke. A visible shudder crawled up his spine as I skated the tip of my tongue over the symbol of the Capricorn. His eyes flared, and I could feel the unbridled lust pumping between our bond as vividly as I felt his mouth crash into mine with unrelenting need. He balled his fist in my hair, and he forced his tongue deep into my mouth. I knew he wasn’t Adrian right now—I knew that—but the thought of him kissing me made my heart pound harder still.

He kissed me until I was scratching at his back, begging him for air, then he moved his bruising lips downward, sucking and licking and cleaning the messy dessert the whole way down. He wrapped his long, monstrous, Incubus tongue around my nipples, one at a time, then sucked each one clean. The gills on his neck meant he never had to come up for air, and I was treated to uninterrupted, delicious electricity.

Bolts of pleasure followed his descent, while light flicks of his tongue lapped over my abdomen, dipping briefly into my navel, then sliding down to my lower lips. His tongue penetrated my folds, and he pressed against my clit every time he licked a little more ice cream off my body.

I focused only on my breathing as he kept licking and sucking, while he stroked my inner thighs languidly with the backs of his fingernails. My thighs shook against him, and he responded by tightening down his grip and forcefully holding me wide open. Before I could react, he pressed his lips to my core, and plunged that long, narrow tongue inside me. I gasped as he played my pussy with purposeful flicks along my inner walls, and my hips bucked under this new kind of pressure and movement.

I drew in a sharp breath, and fisted his hair for purchase. He kept nudging that spot, rubbing and playing me, while the brutality of his hold, as he forced my legs wider, instilled an intense reminder of his dominance. I was already on the cusp of insanity when he unhinged his jaw, and opened wider, encompassing the entirety of my pussy between his lips. He continued fucking me with his tongue, while he added a fierce and sudden suction across every sensitive nerve. The gills on his neck undulated slowly. He never let up, and I was letting him drag me to the end of the world, willfully drowning as he pulled me under.

“Too much. Too much.” I was practically sobbing, clawing at his skull, begging him to slow down while hoping he wouldn’t at the same time. I was grateful when he didn’t listen to me, instead increasing speed and pressure, more in tune with my feelings than my words.

My muscles tensed to the point of pain, and I was holding onto him for dear life. Brilliant white filled my vision, leaving me on the edge, breathless, and reeling, and my ears started ringing from the rapid shift in blood flow. My eyes were still watering when Adrian pulled back suddenly and abruptly.

I near shrieked at the loss of tension, only to have my voice silenced by his lips reconnecting with mine. I could taste myself on his tongue and on his mouth, and I let myself be lost in that flavor of us.

The breeze of flapping wings cooled my burning cheeks as I became weightless. I opened my eyes to see Adrian rising into the sky, cradling me in his arms as he took flight on his Incubus’ wings.

I clung to his shoulders. The monster who held me shook his head.

“I’ve got you, Lila.” He purred. I didn’t completely understand his meaning, until he shifted my body upward, then slid me back down onto his very hard, rigged, scale covered cock. My eyes widened at the suddenness of the intrusion, but my body eagerly took him in, sheathing his every rigged inch. I was still shaking, yet still fully aroused and ready, as I came down from orgasmic high. He reshaped my inner walls on the full thickness of his cock, and a new sense of adrenaline pulsed through me as he started fucking me at a thousand feet in the sky. His large wings beat like they were moving by their own will, and he timed his thrusts perfectly with the motion.

I clung hard to his shoulders, and I buried my face into his chest. The direction of the air changed abruptly, whipping upward over my skin when we started to drop. The night chill was replaced entirely by his body heat when we landed on a rooftop in an unfamiliar part of town, somewhere far from our balcony dinner date.

My back against the shingles and my arms around his neck, I let him take me then and there, the full moon illuminating our naked bodies, and the rough texture of the rooftop scraping against my back. His powerful thrusts slammed through me until my pussy was pulsing on his thick cock, and my mind was slipping into acute and rapid magic-soaked unconsciousness.