Page 57 of Zodiac Beasts

Those words shouldn’t have thrown me into a full body orgasm, but there was some primitive part of my brain that wanted him to own me, use me, and make me his. Was that my shifter talking? It couldn’t have been me.

He shuddered through every pulse of my tightening pussy around his cock, while I was little more than his sex doll. Endorphins flooded my body, and I was able to blink and bite my lip in the first hints of regaining control.

“Not yet, Puppet.” Ceto whispered, before he took hold of my leg and sunk his teeth into my calf. I went completely limp again, as he slid out of me and repositioned. He pulled me upright and put me on his lap, then he grabbed my hips to take control. He lifted and lowered me onto his still rock hard dick at whatever rhythm he wanted.

The new angle was its own sensation, and the shift in vantage point gave me a better view of the glistening scales that climb down to his collar, his forearms, his hands—the contrast of his dark complexion and his silver scales was beautiful, when I should only be seeing him as a monster.

I still felt raw from overstimulation as he pushed my pleasure higher and higher and too damn high. A single tear dribbled down my cheek. He used his thumb to swipe the bead of fluid from my face, then licked it off himself in a show of provocation.

“Too much for you?” He chuckled. “That’s a shame, because I still have more to give you.”

With no ability to move anything else, I’d been focusing on my breathing as the one, single privilege he’d allowed me. I’d not realized how fiercely I’d been clinging to that lifeline until he captured me in his stone cold eyes and stole back the use of my lungs. A wicked grin painted his lips as he watched the panic and fear dance in my eyes, waiting until darkness speckled my vision, and I was near suffocating.

In a flash of mercy, he closed his eyes to let me breathe, waited until my lungs were steady again, then he opened his eyes and took my only respite a second time.

He played with his control over me until my entire body was tingling and shaking on a confusing mix of pure adrenaline, fear, and relief. My senses didn’t seem to know which way was up, which sensation was good or bad, and whether I was near death or already there. It was as if he was choking me without his hands, and the asphyxiation was building something entirely new through my body.

This was so fucked up.

Who was this cruel and vicious beast in my best friend’s body? Who was this monster, who wouldn’t let me go, who stayed inside me as he forced me into another spasm of pure dopamine and electricity, while still somehow holding back his own release?

“I love the way you squeeze me.” His eyes were half lidded, while the moonlight sparked his madness. “I want you to take every single drop.” He held my face between his hands, and he connected our lips. He dug his fingers into my hips as he sucked on my tongue, and I felt that tightening and releasing as he came inside me.

Ceto broke our kiss only to gasp aloud. He shoved me back into his pillows, and he pinned me beneath him with his palms against mine, our fingers interlocked, and his tongue back in my mouth. He held me down as he filled me with every last drop of his release. Heat spread through my body like he’d cast some kind of spell, and I realized I was now giving as good as I got, tangling my tongue with his, and squeezing his knuckles to ground our connection.

He’d released me from his venom when he’d injected me with his seed, but I’d responded by wrapping my legs around his waist to hold him inside me. That lunar pulse continued to pour down on us, but he didn’t shift back like Marcus or Adrian did when they finished inside me on a full moon.

Instead, he continued to weigh me down, devouring my lips, until his cock started to stiffen inside me again. Without withdrawing, he used his thick cock to drive his semen deeper into my pussy, smearing and massaging the viscous fluid against my inner walls. I couldn’t discern what was his come and what was mine, as his soaked pelvis slapped against mine again and again and again in an animalistic need to be one.

I lost my ability to rationalize as I started to grind my hips down on his, until that slick mess of us was glistening in the moonlight all over both of our thighs.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I demanded as I felt him give in to his release again. “You don’t get to stop until you’re sure you’ve made me yours.” God, he was making me fucking insane. Was this an Omega’s pheromones? Or was this really me?

Ceto purred in response. “Such a needy little doll.” He shoved those fangs back into me, and immediately I went limp again. “You don’t need to tell me what you want. I already know.” He pulled out of me, and if I could have whined and whimpered over the lost connection, I would have. But Ceto wasn’t done with me that quickly.

It was with the delicate and careful hand of an artist that he spread his come on my skin, rubbing the thick and creamy substance into my abdomen, then massaging it into my thighs. He moved down my body again, he pressed his lips to my nethers, then he slipped his forked tongue inside me.

My head was propped up on the pillow just right to watch him, while the scales on his neck reflected the moon like diamonds in the night. The length of his tongue speared my cunt. He licked me from the inside out, using strong strokes to press into my g-spot, then drawing a line out and back up to my clit. He circled my sensitive nerves, then he alternated between sucking and rubbing pressure until he pushed me to another earth shaking finish.

He kept me on edge for hours and hours, forcing me to finish three times for every one he gave himself, and reinforcing his venom every time his essence set me free. At some point, I think I cried. Another I screamed. The amount of overstimulation and brilliant ecstasy, the rush of fluids, pleasure, and hormones—He took me through a marathon, then started five more before I’d so much as caught my breath.

I didn’t know what direction was up or where I was when the first hint of dawn started lifting over the horizon. I was in his bed, I was bent over his desk, then I was a naked, sticky mess pressed hard against a bookshelf, threaded on his cock, and lost in the friction of the leather spines getting knock out of place on every thrust.

As we reached climax for what felt like the hundredth time, he bit into me and let me slowly drop to the floor under my paralyzed legs. I sat against the bookshelf, needing the stability to prop my paralyzed body upright. My legs were bent in front of me, and my chin dropped to my chest like I was truly a discarded doll.

Ceto patted me on the head, then he wandered off somewhere. I heard the sound of running water in the near distance, as my limp body remained crumpled and dripping in the corner of a room. I couldn’t do anything as he returned, now freshly showered, with a towel around his waist, and drying out his thick black hair. He looked down at me, and a small smirk lifted one side of his lips.

“You’re so filthy.” He laughed. “I need to take better care of my toys.” Ceto knelt before me, and I couldn’t see him as the same man I worked with anymore. He was nothing like the kind, helpful nerd I’d come to know and value.

No, this man was absolutely fucking terrifying.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Lila. I like you when you’re filthy like this.”

My head felt fuzzy, glazed over by overstimulation and magic, as he lifted me up and placed me back on his bed. He tucked me in, then he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

The sun rose higher, and the window was now fully engulfed in the morning light. The moon, at long last, disappeared completely below the horizon.

Ceto froze, his lips still on my skin. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, then in sudden, rapid movements, he stood upright, he took a step back, and he stared at me with eyes as wide as Purnima itself.