Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,56

a few hours. Soon, I’d need him again. More every night.

I hated what he’d changed me into.

One more night. I’ll love him for one more night.

19

The Dark Rider

It had been petty of me. I was losing my strength, my magic drained out of me, and fear overwhelmed my mind. So I insisted he submit to me. I wanted recompense for what I had lost. The monster wanted to own him, chain him to the bed so it could fuck him whenever it pleased.

My cock tore through his flesh over and over, and I exulted in his surrender. When he peaked the third time, gasping the name he’d given me, the beast calmed down enough I could let him sleep.

He kept his promise. The next day, I found him on the bed in the evening. As soon as I entered, he knelt on all fours, his beautiful round ass on display, his hole exposed to me. He hid his face in the pillows.

I should have ordered him to show me his eyes. I should have demanded we made love, face-to-face, so he couldn’t conceal anything from me. Instead, I took him like that. He mewled when I licked his hole and stroked his cock. I made him come with my tongue in his ass, and then I fucked him.

His flesh molded around me, a perfect sheath for my cock, and I marveled at the way he’d changed for me.

He does belong to me. Even his body morphed itself so he could be my lover. He wouldn’t exist without me.

I took and took. And maybe I would have worried I was too callous with him if not for his pleas to take him harder, fill him deeper, to mark him and use him. I granted his every wish.

My teeth sank into his skin, and he curved his spine, trying to get me even farther inside him. I grabbed his writhing body with force to hold him still. I fisted his throbbing shaft and snapped my hips, punching into his guts with my cock while I sucked on the wound, tasting his blood.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Cariad!”

He screamed in ecstasy, and I closed my eyes, savoring the euphoric sound. He spasmed with the force of his orgasm, the abundance of his cum wetting the sheets. I left bites and bruises on his perfect skin, and he hummed when I licked the blood from his neck and shoulder. When I reached between his legs, I found remnants of my seed, which had trickled out of his hole. I smeared the dimming liquid over the teeth marks on his neck and watched as the small wounds closed until barely visible pink scars remained.

Rees collapsed underneath me, limp, barely conscious. I slowly pulled out of him, and his face went slack. Soon, his eyelids began trembling as he dreamed, exhausted. I curled around him and allowed myself to drift for a few hours.

Sleep still terrified me. It was the definite sign of my vulnerability. Rees had no idea how much he’d taken from me. Weak, I needed rest. Just a few hours in the early morning before the sun rose. When I woke, I found him next to me, still fast asleep. Maybe I should have resented him for stealing my strength, but my chest filled only with love and concern.

His beautiful face wasn’t as serene as it used to be. Strain marred his forehead, and the smudges under his swollen eyes reminded me of the time he’d been sick. Had he slept poorly for the past few days? Anxiously I breathed in his scent, but it was healthy. His heartbeat was slow and steady as I kissed his cheeks, temples, and brow. I’d exhausted him, my poor darling. Tonight, I’d be gentle with him and let him rest. I stood, covered him with my robe, and went to dress for the day.

The storms left the roads muddied. Mist hung in the forest, and drizzle fell from the dark gray sky, moisture crawling under our coats. Lillian was in a bad mood, keeping quiet, the hood over her head. Even Sera seemed to blame me for dragging her out in this weather. We’d only make a short visit to the harbor and ride back as soon as possible so we’d be home before dark. I didn’t feel the cold, but I could sense the gloom. Yes, such a day was better spent by a fireplace.

“How is Rees, Lillian?” I asked her after a long stretch of silence.