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she did.
She drew the monster to their nest, reminding him she had chosen him.
Chapter Twelve
Monster
Monster thought he would fuck himself into her, mark her, own her, remind her she was his. He thought he would put his bite on every part of the little thing's body so she would know who she belonged to, so that everyone who saw her would know and she could never leave him.
He'd possess her body by making her weep for need of him, fill her with his fingers, tongue, and dick until he was her world.
He was what he was: a beast—a creature who lived for the kill. To be first. To be strong. Simple and selfish, Monster hid in the man until it was time to fight, time to walk by horror and see nothing, time to get revenge on those who loved him the most for hurting him the most.
Undefeated and uncontrolled, Monster did what he wanted when he wanted.
No one who tried to tell him otherwise survived.
Until her. Violets and sweet biscuits. Silken skin and curves that begged for his caress. Fragile. Breakable. Treasure.
Instead of his rough, passionate claiming, she laid him low with her kisses and her purr. She kissed his remaining lethal claws and made his cock jerk and spurt when she met his eyes and licked one of the sharp black hooks.
Mesmerizing him, she took off his clothing. The girl touched him willingly, fearless and gentle. He held his breath at the brief press of her face against his hip and dropped kisses against his abdominal muscles, counting the ridges of his body on her way upward. Her fingers whispered over his mouth, touching his exaggerated incisors when he growled at her, then moved over his lips and cheeks.
Her trembling was all from desire, not fear.
"Come to our nest, my monster."
She drew him in. Bemused, he let her push him down and crawl over him.
"My monster," she whispered into his chest. Her hands played over his scars left in the wake of battles, victories, assassination attempts, and other near-death experiences.
She licked and nibbled, soothing his every hurt. She found the sore places, the muscles that never healed properly. The balm of her poured rich and luxuriant over the places where his bones felt cracked from the aches and old pains. His treasure found them with her mouth and her purr and she did something magical to them.
He gasped, pulse quickening.
He was a monster. He had lost his bride. He had lost everything.
But that bride had never gifted him with anything but a promise. Not her purr. Not her kiss. Not her devotion. She'd been young. He would have waited forever. He had waited forever, trapped in a never-ending rage and rut.
This female, this little treasure, gave him everything. She held nothing back. She set him free.
He moaned as Naya touched him, mouth on his soul. She seated herself over his pelvis, leaned forward, and slid her tight, hot, sweet heat onto him.
"You are my Monster. All of you," she whispered, easing herself down. "All of you."
His hands went to her hips, fitting into her perfect curves. But she took his wrists and brought them up to her chest instead. Her naked skin glowed with inner light. Her jewel-green eyes watched him close.
"Bossy. Demanding. Cruel,” she moaned when he rubbed his fingers over her nipples. He stopped to pinch them when she called him cruel.
He was. But not to her.
"Possessive and protective. You are my monster."
He cupped her breasts, marveling at their shape and weight as her flesh spilled between his thick fingers.
He watched her lust-drunk eyes in return, discerning what pleasured her, what pained her, and what she would endure for his sake. Slipping his hands around to her spine, he pressed her close him as she used her mouth on his chest.
She kissed and bit at his upper chest, then at her mark. Her words continued to flow over him between her moans and hums. "You are mine. Mine. Only mine. Ever mine. I chose you. I choose you."
She put her hands on his shoulders even as his big paws crept up to cradle her neck.
"My heart knows you, Monster. Sees you. I see you, Nothonal Darre, son of a king. The Broken Prince." She touched her mouth to his and breathed into him. "You will change, or you will not. It's too late for me. I choose you. All of you. Everything."
What she said made the monster tremble.
He didn't turn away when her mouth settled on