Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,23

shoot open at the word touch and I feel his body turn solid under me, like a statue, as his eyes flicker between green and white. It makes me lick my lips, remembering his mouth on me and his hands in the stairwell.

He follows the movements, his eyes turning completely white and glowing between us. “No, he didn’t touch me. I need him alive for now, when he has outlived his purpose, I will kill him,” I purr, rubbing against him from the need blooming in my chest.

He growls and rubs my ass in massaging waves.

“Why do I need you so much? Why am I drawn to you, like I could pick you out in the middle of the city?” I ask, confusion and need whirling inside of me until I’m panting.

“You are mine, I am yours.” That’s all he says before slamming his mouth to mine. Gripping onto his cheeks, I control the kiss and he thrusts up against me, making me moan into his mouth.

“Yes,” I hiss, reaching down and flicking open the button on his jeans, my hand slithers inside and wraps around his rock-hard cock, already coated with pre-cum.

I pump him once, twice, before I’m flipped onto my back. He grins down at me and rips away our clothes until we are both naked and pressed together. I seek his mouth with a blind need and he returns it, devouring me and only fueling the fire inside me. Like a beast, it roars its need.

“I need you,” I cry, my blood heating uncomfortably.

“I am yours,” he says softly, almost tenderly, as he reaches down and grabs my thighs, spreading my legs. Reaching between us, he feels my already wet pussy.

His lips meet mine again as he masterfully flicks my clit before slipping one finger inside me, lifting my hips I beg for more, my body feeling like it’s about to explode. He doesn't add another and I bite his lip in punishment.

He pulls away, blood dripping down his chin, and I wrap both legs around his waist and spin us.

When he is under me, I waste no time. I’m desperate for him. Reaching down, I line him up and sink onto his massive cock. He stretches me, making me throw my head back and moan as I sink lower, until my ass meets his thighs. His hands reach up and cup my tits, flicking my nipples as I lift up and drop back down again. He groans and his hands tighten painfully.

“Take what you need, Little Monster,” he demands, and I do.

I ride him hard and fast, chasing an orgasm and the coolness I know it will somehow provide. I feel like I’m in a haze, nothing but need and pain guiding me as I fuck him.

“Oh god—” I hear a voice from behind us and when I whip my head around, I see the man from the bathroom. He obviously got himself free and he is standing there, gawking at me. Something snaps and I scramble from the bed.

Grabbing the steak knife from my dinner lying nearby, I fly from the bed and jump at the man, and he pales and screams as I slash his throat. Blood spurts all over me, into my mouth and eyes, and onto my bare tits. Each drop seems to soak into my skin until I’m moaning on top of his dying body.

Nos growls and snatches me by my waist, flinging me onto the bed and leaping on top of me.

“Mine,” he roars and I groan, arching my head back as he slams inside of me.

“Yes!” I moan, running my hands down my blood covered chest.

He groans and when I open my eyes, he’s shaking and I grin. “Stop fighting it, change,” I demand, and he growls but obeys.

I moan long and loud as his cock lengthens and thickens inside of me. His horns erupt from his head and his eyes turn bright white. He pulls out of me before slamming back in, the headboard shaking with his strength.

“Fuck, yes. More!” I scream, uncaring about the guests staying here. They could walk in right now and I wouldn’t give a fuck, Nos might kill them, but I sure as shit would find it hot. That much is evident.

He growls, lowering his head and sniffing along my neck and chest at the blood, his tongue darting out and licking it while I writhe beneath him. He pulls out and I moan, needy and long, and jump at him again, all