Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,76

a cool breeze as he moves to face me again. Grabbing my hands in his, he lifts them in the air, and no words spoken between us.

Keeping them there, I watch as he grabs the straps of my dress and tugs them down before the fabric slides down my body, pooling on the floor around my feet. His mouth opens as his eyes watch me hungrily.

Standing there in just my tattered lace, I watch my god as he watches me. Tonight I’m all his, and it’s clear from the hunger and possession in his eyes that he intends to keep me.

His hands circle my throat and tilt my head up. Leaning down, he kisses me, hard and strong, before pulling away. He strokes down my chest, circling my waist, until he runs his hands around and cups my arse, exploring me. His warm touch makes me dart my tongue out to moisten my lips. He follows the movement, and with a groan hoists me up, holding me to the front of his body as he turns and lays me down in the middle of the big bed.

I look up at him as he stands there, just watching me, with his eyes running across every inch of my bare skin, and I start to get impatient. Cupping my own lace-covered breasts, I moan, arching into my own touch as I roll my nipples between my fingers.

My eyes fly open and I gasp when he grabs them, stilling my movements. Sucking in breaths, I watch him as he kneels on the bed next to me.

“That’s not how it’s going this time, Little Monster,” he growls, his eyes sliding to white as he watches me.

“No?” I tease, arching up, rubbing against his hands and making him growl again.

“No.”

Releasing my hands, he pulls off his shirt before grabbing them again. He yanks me up the bed and ties them together, binding them to the headboard and testing the restraint before sitting back, happy with himself.

Struggling, I pull on them. They are tight, biting into my wrists, but I could get free if I wanted to. I settle down and lay my thighs open, observing my monster.

He looks like the god he is right now, with flames dancing across his golden skin. Each line and muscle are defined, rippling as he moves over me. Lying between my parted legs, he licks up my stomach to the valley between my breasts. He circles the lace with his tongue before covering my hard nipple and sucks. The lace and his warm, wet mouth make me groan as I arch into his touch. Forgetting about my tied hands, I try to reach him to keep him clasped to me, but I can’t reach.

He lets go with a pop and moves to the other, as the now wet material sticks to my nipple while he gives the other the same treatment, before letting go and taking in his handiwork.

Stroking down my belly, he runs his hand lightly over my pussy before moving to my thigh, and stroking down my leg until he reaches my ankle. He grabs it and pulls it over his shoulder and onto his back.

Leaving wet, trailing kisses up my belly, his bottom lip catches on my skin as he lifts his head. “Did you know that in the old stories, skinwalkers take powers from blood?” he whispers and I groan again, my eyes widening as a bolt of pure lust and power shoot through me, straight to my pussy.

“They did?” I ask, breathless, my eyes locked on my god.

“Yes, you obviously feed through sex and energy, but I wonder...” He murmurs as an evil grin overtakes his face while he watches me squirm. The thought turns me on until I’m rubbing myself against his hard body for relief.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs.

“Nos,” I warn, narrowing my eyes on him.

He moves up my body as his lips hover over mine. “Did you know your eyes are a mix of black and white right now? Like a star shooting through the night?” he whispers before kissing me hard, and sweeping his tongue in my mouth.

Groaning into his mouth, I chase him and when he pulls back I nip his bottom lip with my teeth in punishment, but something else guides me and I bite down until blood bursts into my mouth.

He moans, reaches out, and holds my head still. I pull back and lick my lips, enjoying the taste of copper in my mouth…and