Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,78

down and flicks my clit, making me scream again as I’m thrown into a second orgasm and he follows, my pussy milking him as he explodes inside of me.

Whimpering, I toss my head when it gets to be too much, the pleasure still cresting with aftershocks every time we move. With a groan, he lays his sweaty head on my heaving chest.

I tug hard on my restraints and free myself, rolling my shoulders to relieve the tension before twining my fingers in his hair, stroking his head as I try to remember how to breathe, with his cock still hard in my pulsing pussy.

He lifts his head and smiles at me, all soft, his eyes still blazing white. “Little Monster.”

Smiling, I lean down and kiss him gently. “Now change for me, I want my monster. I want all of you,” I demand and he laughs.

“Such a needy little creature, aren’t you?” He grins, thrusting into me slowly and making me gasp.

“You’re fucking right I am. Change, now,” I order, framing his face with my hands. I don’t know why I want his other half so much. I loved what we just did, but now my monster side wants to play and it wants his.

He growls as his body shakes and the change comes over him. Antlers sprout from his head and grow out, his eyes lengthen and turn oval. His face, even under my hands, changes. More pointy, more angular, more monster. He stretches above me, taller and monstrous. It makes me groan when that intensity turns on me. He even lengthens and widens inside me, making me moan as he stretches me impossibly farther. When he’s human, he is still his monster, but in this form he looks it and he acts more feral.

He growls, sniffing at me, and those white, glowing eyes light up the space between our faces. “Little Monster.”

Covering the distance between us, I kiss him hard, sweeping my tongue in as he rumbles against me. I lick at his lips and pull away, my now black eyes meeting his white ones.

“Fuck me, my monster,” I purr.

Grabbing onto his antlers I hold on, his cock having grown and expanded inside of me, as he starts to move. He doesn’t go slow at first, no, he pummels into me. Driving into me again and again. The pleasure borders on pain as I arch into him, with my head thrown back, and my eyes closed.

Letting go of his antlers, I moan when he flips us and grabs my hips, yanking my ass in the air as he drives back into me. Holding onto the headboard, my face in the pillows, I push back onto his cock as it impales me.

“Mine,” he growls, yanking my head back, and stretching my neck in a tight line as he leans down and bites the soft space between my neck and shoulder.

I moan, the pain only adding to the building pleasure. Panting, I push back as he holds me there, fucking me hard. Then he lets go, and I feel the blood trickling down my shoulder and between my breasts.

His hand releases my head, and I lean back against him with my knees spread as he powers in and out of me. His hand slips in the blood and the power tingles across my skin. Gripping my breasts, hard, he holds me against him.

“Yes, god yes,” I moan.

“Your fucking god, not any other,” he growls, nipping at my skin in warning.

“Yesss,” I gasp out. The blood trickles down my body, still leaving power in its wake. Releasing my body, he brings his arm up and slashes his own wrist open, letting his blood pool in his palm. Pushing my face down with his other hand, I feel every little drop of his blood on my back and each one sizzles with his god powers, making me cry out and writhe on his dick buried deep inside me.

When he starts painting my back with it, I scream, and my body lights up like a storm. His power moves through me, feeding me like he said, while it twines with mine. When I open my eyes I spot the white glow from them.

Looking over my shoulder, I watch the beauty that is my monster. He speeds up his thrusts, each one slamming me forward and his body blurs. His antlers jangle when he throws his head back and roars as I come around his cock, milking him. He thrusts twice more before stilling, holding