Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,22

to the trolley, I pull myself onto the bed and sit in front of the food. Fuck yeah, steak, pasta, and chips. I don’t bother using the knife and fork, I rip into the meat. Demolishing the steak until I fall back on the bed with a sigh. Fuck, I’m still hungry. Grinning, I roll towards the side table and grab the phone, dialing for room service.

“Front desk, how may I help you?”

“Yeah, I’d like a chocolate cake, a full one, with ice cream please. Just put it on my bill. Room thirty-four.” I put the phone down and look back at the man. I guess I better do something with him, I could kill him, but he might be useful.

Moaning again, I get up and force myself to move him. I bite my lip as I come up with a plan. Bending over, I brace my hands under his arms and drag him to the bathroom, not even breaking a sweat. Once I’m in there, I lift him up and dump him in the tub before going back to the room. Using two pillowcases I tie his feet and hands to the tub handle, and grabbing the robe from the wardrobe I stick the waist tie in his mouth.

Stepping back to eye my handiwork I nod, perfect. Wait, I shut the shower curtain so no one can see him and saunter away, exploring the rest of the suite.

I’m just shrugging into the robe and slippers when there is a knock at the door, strolling there, I let in the waiter who delivers the cake.

“Fuck yes,” I hum as he stands awkwardly, obviously wanting a tip.

“Ah, one sec!” I grin, darting into the bathroom. I take the dude’s wallet and pull out some cash. I pocket some, but I give the guy a generous tip and wink.

He grins at me and looks around before walking backwards. “Let me know if you need anything else, anything at all.” I smile and sit in front of my cake until the door shuts. Then I grab it and devour it.

Laying back on the bed with chocolate fudge cake smeared around my mouth, I laugh when the man in the bath starts screaming.

The air shifts next to me and I roll from the bed, landing into a crouch, a hiss on my lips as something rushes up inside of me and takes over. It’s like before, but there is no shift and no hunger, more like the power, it’s defending me.

I spot the man cloaked in darkness, and nothing registers as I push off the floor and leap at him. He catches me mid-air and brings me to his chest, holding me like a clawing kitten, and before I know it, the primal side of me which has taken over is rubbing on him like a cat in heat.

My power retreats and I’m left looking at a beautiful man. There is something familiar about him, the look in his eyes, the hands on my arse, holding me to him.

The eyes are a deep green, not white, and there are no horns, and his body is less animal, but it’s him. Long brown and blond streaked wavy hair is parted on either side of his head, his deep emerald eyes are framed by black lashes longer than most women’s. High arched cheekbones and a square jaw covered in a stubble frame pink plump lips. He was right, his human side is appealing, but I miss those eyes.

“Little Monster,” he rumbles, that same deep voice from the forest.

“Nos,” I moan and throw myself forward in his arms. He loses balance and twists mid-air so he falls back onto the bed.

He keeps his arms wrapped around me as we land and still doesn’t let me go while I hover over his prone body.

I search his face before slowly reaching out and caressing his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs. “I’m still tired,” I admit, confused.

“You are new to all of this, I keep forgetting. Your body will require twice it’s normal sustenance and rest because of your rapid shifts.”

“So, basically I need to eat and sleep more,” I murmur and his lips turn up in a smile.

“Yes, only for now. When you get stronger the strain will be less.”

I nod and keep stroking my way around his face, mapping it.

“Now, Little Monster. Is there a reason a man is tied up in the bathroom? Did he touch you? Do I need to kill him?” His eyes