Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,77

he was right, the taste of power. It tingles across my tongue.

“Blood is used in many rituals, bindings...” He whispers.

“Bindings?” I gasp.

“Not to worry, Little Monster. You are already bound to me, heart, body, and soul.” He grins again.

Raising my other leg, I wrap it around his waist and rub against him. “Change for me,” I beg.

“No,” he growls, reaching out and clenching his hand around my neck, making me gasp as my breathing is cut off. He holds me there, between pain and pleasure, while he watches me and I watch him, letting him do whatever he wants. “Not this time. This time, I am going to fuck you as a human. If you can still move after, I will change for you and you can have your monster between your thighs.”

He lets go of my neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind, but he didn’t even use a fraction of his strength, just reminding me what he’s capable of. He might be sweet, he might be my safe haven, but he’s a fucking god after all. I want it all, his sweet, his bad, his destruction. I want him to carve a path through my body until nothing’s left but blood and power.

Crawling down my body, he places a gentle kiss on my belly before nosing at the edge of my panties. His hand strokes up my thigh and I watch in fascination as he holds his fingers up, and my eyes widen as I watch them transform into claws. He swipes away the lace, ripping through it like paper. One of his razor sharp claws catches my hip bone, drawing blood, and he leans over and laves it with his tongue with his eyes still locked on mine.

“You taste like sex, power, and mine,” he growls, before licking across my hip to my pelvis. Groaning, I arch into his mouth as he licks down my pussy, parting my lips with his tongue and fingers.

I tug on my bindings and whimper as he sucks my clit before nipping it, his fingers pushing inside of me brutally with no warning, and stretching me as he pulls them out and slides them back in, curling them inside of me to find my sweet spot.

“Nos,” I cry, my thighs locking around his head to keep him there.

Raising his head, his lips parted, my juices and blood covering them and his chin, he watches me as I shake and moan before diving back in. With his fingers fucking me, he devours me with his tongue like he did the first time we met.

When he nips at my clit again I scream, fighting my bonds, as I’m thrown into an orgasm. His name is on my lips like a prayer, and I fall back to the bed as he crawls up my body and kisses me, the taste of me on his tongue.

I swivel my hands in the restraints, testing them experimentally before twisting my body, taking Nos with me. He lands on the bed with me on top of him, grinning down at him, with my hands still tied to the headboard.

“You should know by now, you can’t contain me,” I warn, leaning down and nipping at his chin before sitting up as much as the ties will let me.

“No,” he growls, grabbing my hips and throwing me back on the bed next to him, as both of us fight for control.

Landing between my legs, he yanks them farther apart, lines up his cock, and thrusts in, making me yell as I arch up, unsure if I’m fighting to get closer, or farther away.

His hand hits the headboard when he starts moving, his hips rolling with every hard thrust, showing me how strong he is, but he’s still holding back.

“Fuck me, I want it all,” I moan.

“You are going to have it, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls, raising one of my legs as he starts to hammer into me. He picks up speed until he is almost a blur and his grip is bruising as he spears me on his big cock.

“Yes!” I yell, pushing down as much as I can to meet his thrusts, my body shaking with every strong touch.

Breasts bouncing with his thrusts, my eyes roll back in my head as he drags the head of his cock over that spot inside of me before bumping my cervix.

“Nos, please,” I beg.

Pulling out, he impales me on his cock, his balls slapping my skin as he reaches