Page 26 of A Monster’s Future

My hand slid between my legs, the towel falling open. I was already wet, my body aching for something more than my own touch. I imagined it was Grtirr. His thick fingers, his hot mouth, his majestic cock filling me. My breath came faster as I thrust two fingers inside myself, my thumb circling my clit. The pressure built, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

I needed more.

The bed dipped, and my eyes sprang open. Grtirr was there, his naked body caging mine, his skin wet from the shower.

“Fuck, Julie. What are you doing to me?”

I pressed my palms to his muscular chest. I should tell him now, I should… but the tip of his cock nudged at my pussy, and I bucked my hips instead, forcing him in a fraction of an inch. The sounds we both made were ones of lost control as hormones flooded our senses.

“Tell me to stop now.” The syllables sounded more like growls than words.

He held the thick head of his cock poised at my entrance. His pheromones had gone wild. And I with it. I didn’t want him to stop. Hell no! I was crazy with need, and I wanted it all.

“No,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. I… I need… I need.”

That was all it took.

“Fuck!” The strained word was my only warning as he thrust into me, his control shattered.

His hips snapped forward, burying his cock into my sopping-wet pussy. His spiraled ridges stretched me, each one catching against my walls in a way that made my vision blur with white-hot pleasure. A ragged scream escaped my lips as I dug my nails into his shoulder.

“Julie!” My name tore from his throat as he pushed deeper, those twisted ridges dragging against my most sensitive spots, rubbing against every nerve. He growled, his golden eyes burning into mine, his breath hot against my skin.

I could feel every inch of him. The thick base stretched me wide, the swollen head pressed deeper than I ever thought possible, and those ridges— Fuck, those ridges! My hips rolled desperately, a counterpoint to his punishing rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with the low, guttural growls vibrating from his chest and my breathy moans.

He shifted his angle just slightly, and suddenly, every ridge was hitting that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my fingers and toes. My muscles clenched around him as I chased the precipice, my body wound so tight I thought I might shatter.

“Grtirr,” I gasped.

“Come for me, my little mate. Be a good girl and come for me.”

His golden eyes locked onto mine, his lips curling back in a feral snarl as he pounded into me. Then I was at the edge, crashing into oblivion.

Chapter 14: Grtirr

Julie’s body trembled under me, her silken pussy fluttering in the aftermath of her pleasure. I was a lucky male. I loved the way her skin slid against mine, slick with sweat. I loved the sounds of her moans and screams. Loved the way her fingers dug into my shoulders, her flat nails leaving half-moon marks that I would wear like a badge of honor.

Julie was perfect. The mate bond had known.

Her thighs trembled as I pulled back just enough to watch my cock slide out of her, glistening with her honey. Her lips parted on a silent cry as I plunged back in. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into the air like an offering.

The sight of her made my chest tighten. I wanted to memorize this moment forever.

I slid my hand up her body to cup a full breast and slide my thumb over the pebbled nipple, even as the tip of my tail snuck between our bodies to press against her clit. Her entire body jerked at the vibrations, and another broken cry tore from her throat.

I had as little control over my tail as I did the pheromones, and the vibrations intensified as I dragged it over her sensitive flesh. Her walls clenched around me, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts, and I could feel her building again, her body already tightening.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I snarled. “Look at you. Taking me like you’re mine. So perfect.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, and her lips parted on a whimper. “I can’t… It’s too much.”

“You can,” I growled. “And you will.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

Then she was coming again, her walls clamping down around me and milking my cock. She was a trembling, gasping mess beneath me. It was overwhelming. I snarled as my own release crashed over me, my cock swelling even bigger as I spilled inside her.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breaths and the scent of our joining. I pressed my forehead to hers, my tail finally stilling, my body shaking with how fucking hard I came.