Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,25

when I start to hum. Watching this monster at my mercy is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I reach down and flick my clit as I bob on his cock to the rhythm of my fingers.

“Faster,” he commands and I moan, loving when he takes control, especially when the rest of my life is spiraling out of it—he is the constant.

I do as I’m told, sucking him faster, and I speed up my fingers so when he yells and comes in my mouth, I scream around his cock and come too.

Collapsing, I notice the burning in my veins has disappeared, and now I’m just bone weary. He reaches down and pulls me into his arms gently, cradling me as my eyes shut.

“Sleep, Little Monster. I shall keep watch. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” His vow follows me into sleep.

The world all looks the same from the sky, but after hours of endless flying, I’m forced to seek shelter so I can rest. Hibernation means I’m not as strong as I once was and it’s becoming very apparent. Circling the small town below I land on a hill on the outskirts, the night sky blocking me from view. It wouldn't be good for them to spot me and have reports of a dragon circulating. That would only draw unwanted attention.

Changing back as soon as I land, I make sure to add clothes this time, a perk of being from the long, royal line. Or one of the only ones left, I would say. Shaking out my form, I run my hands down my body to ensure everything is in place before I make my way down the hill and into the town below.

I’ll rest and then I fly again in the morning. I must make it to my mate before something happens. For her to call me across such distance means she's strong, which also means she will become a target. I need to be by her side where I belong. If the remaining dragons of the council find I have awoken again and not returned, they won't be happy, so I need to keep a low profile. I have no plans to ever return to Klasfor. Not now, not ever.

When I left so long ago in search of a place to sleep, I made my intentions very clear, but dragons are stubborn and they won’t believe that I would give up my role as king. Not that easily, but it’s a title I never wanted. I was born into it, raised since birth to lead. Except by the time I was crowned, it was a heavy burden. Our kind had been hunted and slaughtered to near extinction, so we retreated and hid our existence. Our isolation resulted in dragons turning on each other, our words became barbs, and we began killing our own. Dragons are not meant to be trapped, yet we are.

I make my way through the almost deserted town, no doubt quiet due to the late hour. When I spot the sign for a hotel I push open the glass door, a bell signaling my entrance, and I pause before the counter, which has seen better days. In fact, the whole room looks like it has, but I’ll only be here for one night. All I need is a door and a bed.

When no one comes to greet me, I press down lightly on the little bell, holding it until a sweaty, greasy teenager throws open a door and glares at me. “What the hell, dude?”

“Room,” I grunt.

He rolls his eyes but makes his way over, typing on a computer as I stare at him. “We have double, suite..”

“One bed, the room farthest from the main entrance,” I reply, nearly swaying on my feet from exhaustion.

He carries on typing. “Okay, cash or card?” He looks up, peering through long hair that covers his forehead.

I didn’t think about payment. Hmm. “Please hold,” I instruct him and leave again. I had those plastic things when they were first introduced, but they are too easy to trace. Looking around, I spot a sign saying money withdrawals. Marching over, I stare at the weird computer contraption.

“Money,” I order.

Nothing happens.

“Money, now,” I nearly shout.

“Er, you have to put your card in,” comes a rough male voice. Looking down, I spot the homeless man meters away from the machine.

Nodding, I turn back. Waving my hand in front of the screen, I let my magic do the work, computers and