K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage

by Knight

  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 me close as his come lashes inside me.

  My throat is sore from where I obviously screamed my release, and I collapse into the blood and cum covered sheets, my eyes already shutting in exhaustion, even with a satisfied smile curling my lips.

  As soon as I close my eyes, I reach for her. Searching across the distance for her, it doesn’t take long, and when the blackness clears she faces me in a short, almost sheer white dress, her blonde hair dripping in red blood.

  She tilts her head to the side as she eyes me, and when I look down I am in nothing but my skin. Her eyes show no sense of hesitance or embarrassment as she takes me all in. I let her, not moving until her eyes meet mine again, filled with a fire that wasn’t there before.

  Striding across the distance, she meets me halfway and our lips clash in a desperate kiss. I grab her cheeks and hold her to me as I kiss her. Her hands reach up, twisting in my hair as she moans, my tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers.

  Slowing the kiss down, she pulls back before swallowing hard, her lips swollen and pink as she searches my eyes. “Mate?” she asks, and I nod.

  She licks her lips as we stare at each other, our bodies not touching but close together. “Are you safe?” I question, needing to know.

  “Yes.” She doesn’t elaborate, so I nod.

  “I am coming, soon,” I promise and she tilts her head again.

  “Where are you?” She drops to the floor, sitting crossed-legged.

  I follow her down, leaning back on my hands as I watch her.

  “Not too far now. It should only take me two weeks to get to you,” I add and she grins.

  “You didn’t answer the question,” she teases and I laugh.

  “I guess I didn’t.” Leaning forward, I drop my hands between us. “What are you, neriso?”

  She grins and stands, glancing over her shoulder before turning back to me with a twinkle in her eye. “Why don’t you come and find out, dragon?” With that she blows a kiss as her body starts to fade from view until I am left alone in the dream space.

  My eyes flash open, as I lie in the middle of the bed on my mountain estate while the sun starts to rise, bleeding through the sky and lighting up the room. The water sparkles as I lie here, and I raise my fingers to my lips, capturing the fleeting warmth of my mate’s kiss.

  I take a moment to center myself before I hear the rumbling of a car heading up the mountain. Sighing, I get up and get dressed, ready to meet Jean Paul and head out.

  I wait and look out of the window, but I don’t move as the car stops outside and the front door opens.

  “Sir?” comes a hesitant voice.

  “In here,” I call back, sipping my glass of water.

  His boots are loud on the floor and I hear him mumble a curse when he almost slips on a body. “Sir?” he squeaks, and when he sees me, I watch his reflection in the window before turning. He isn’t what I was expecting.

  He still has the family’s iconic red hair, but other than that he looks nothing like anyone of his line. His red hair is short and styled up on his head. A plain grey, V-neck shirt hugs his barrel chest and stretches across his tattooed arms. Both are covered in sleeves and I smirk at the dragons, fire, and crown drawings, but upon closer inspection they are the original drawings from the Sinclair journals. I remember the day he showed them to me. He’s tall, nowhere near as tall as me, but a good size for a human. He has a fire in him, one I can see from here—a drive, a determination.

  He completely ignores the bodies, smart man. He doesn’t cower either, also a good sign.

  “I have everything ready for you outside. Clean up and sweep crew are going to be here at eleven AM. Would you like some breakfast before you go?” He holds up two fast food containers and my stomach growls loud enough for him to hear.

  He smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes. I shall grab the plates.”

  Sitting across from Jean Paul, the pancakes, bacon, and sausage he brought spread out between us, I watch him as he eats. “I am assuming you learned everything from your father?”

  He covers his mouth and swallows. “Nope, my mother. She was the first female in the line to take up our sacred mission. She would have loved to meet you...” He looks down and I frown. He is not so old that his mother should not still be here. Unless...

  “She died, cancer,” he says, his voice sad as he picks at his food. Humans are so fragile and cancer is a horrible disease, one I have seen ravage more than one of my friends. That helplessness still lives on in me and was one of the reasons I retreated. I loved humans, but I couldn’t save them and I grew tired of watching them wither and die, not being able to do anything.

  “I am truly sorry,” I offer and he nods, giv
ing me an understanding look before sitting back, obviously done eating.

  He shakes his head and that smile comes back to his face. “What is your mate like? Have you met her?” he inquires, excitement clear on his face.

  “I have met her in our dreams, she is very powerful. Very beautiful as well...she makes my heart race and I feel like a babe again whenever she looks at me with those sparkling eyes. No one has ever called me like she does, even across the world she is right here with me.”

  I stop, blinking at the oversharing on my part. Jean Paul is very easy to talk to.

  “That’s amazing, I can’t wait to meet her. I wish humans had the same experience,” he jokes.

  “What you have is beautiful in itself, you find one or more person and you chose to spend the rest of your life with them. Sometimes it doesn’t work out, sometimes it does, but you love so deeply and so fully. You feel everything. It’s a choice, and it’s beautiful. Before my mate, it was like living in the grey. Everything was colourless, I was screaming and alone and she walked in and everything came back to life...but for some who never find their true mate or the call...they are doomed to spend their life like that. Always wondering and never experiencing.” I pause, gritting my teeth.

  “That’s horrible,” he whispers, looking at me with stricken eyes.

  I shrug and lift what he called coffee to my mouth and sip it. “It is the way of life. Now, I must get going. Everything is prepared?” I ask, standing from the table.

  He scrambles to follow me, talking as we walk, as he almost runs to keep up with my larger strides. “Yes, sir. Everything is ready for you.” He passes over the keys as I open the door and spot the vehicle waiting for me. It’s black and sleek.

  “What is it?” I question, confused.

  “It’s a sports car, sir, I figured you wanted fast.” He grins and I laugh.

  “Take care, Jean Paul. I shall ring if I need anything.” I extend my hand and he smiles, shaking it heartily.

  “I will wait for your call.” I nod and head down the steps towards the car where I can already see the bags waiting for me.

  “Good luck with your mate, sir, I hope she is everything you ever dreamed about!” he shouts from the door.

  Oh she is, but just wait until she meets her nightmare—me.

  The clothes are tight, so much so that I had to rip the sleeves away from the shirt to make sure it fits. The pants reach my ankles and are pretty much skintight, but they will do until I can find more and obviously before I meet my mate. It won’t do to present myself as if I am unable to dress myself.

  Leaving the guest bedroom, I head downstairs, ignoring the looks thrown my way. I follow the scent of the dead, not that they smell bad but just...not alive. I find Carmichael sitting in the kitchen, nursing a suspiciously red cup of warm liquid.

  Sitting opposite him at the dining nook, I squish into the small chair with my legs spread as I kick back and watch him. I have never been a talker. Keeping my mouth shut kept me alive in the arena and throughout my life more times than I can count. It also serves to unnerve people, like now, when even Carmichael glances away.

  “What are your Outcasts?” I rumble. I understand the basics, but I am confused why so many different species are clumping together. Just in this house alone, I can smell over thirty different species. Most hate each other, sticking to their own kind and land, never interacting. It works for the best.

  “Exactly what the name says. Outcasts, freaks, the ones the other species don’t want. Some are born different, some it’s their lifestyle, but all have been rejected by their family or species. With nowhere else to go they became nomads, as was I after our...little meeting. I grew sick of that life, always moving. Always fighting, always watching my own back. I wanted roots and so did a lot of others it seems. So I started my own fucking species, one not limited by what or who you are. As long as you are part of this family, you can be or do whatever the fuck you want. We watch out for each other, we are a true family.” He gestures around as he speaks, and I can hear the fondness and truth in his words. I have been a nomad, as he would say, for a long time, the only one of my species to live. My queen slaughtered the others, either in the great wars, the labyrinth, or the arenas. It is all I have ever known, I cannot imagine a life like he has made here, but I am happy if it works for him.

  I nod and he laughs.

  “Still not a talker, eh? That’s fine I can talk enough for the both of us. I’m unsure how the witches got the drop on us, but rest assured they will not again, but brother, you must watch your back. They are after your blood and they won’t stop until they have it. This was only the first, a test. You know better than anyone what they are capable of,” he warns, serious for once, and I nod before swinging my gaze out of the glass door at the end of the room to the back garden.

  He is right, they won’t stop. They will get the best of the best, the trackers and summoners, to come after us. One wields demons like pets, the other uses their magic and can find you wherever you go—you are never free and I’m leading them straight to my mate.

  But, I have no choice, do I? If they find out she is my mate then they will go for her anyway, and if I am not there I can’t protect her. If I go and they didn’t know, they would be able to use her as bait.

  “I can see that mind of yours turning, do not let them scare you off. You have been waiting too long to find a mate, and it’s not something everyone gets. Do not turn away in fear of what could happen. The fates have chosen her for you, she will be stronger than you could ever expect. You need each other, now more than ever. Brother, stay true to the course,” he adds, his logic sound for once.

  Looking at the table, I blow out a breath. He is right, first I will find my mate. Then I will deal with the witches. I just hope she is strong enough to stand by my side...it is all I have ever wanted.

  “Is the plane ready?” is all I say, even though my head is crowded with thoughts.

  He grins and claps, getting to his feet. “Of course, go get your girl.”

  Nodding, I stand and clap him on the back before turning and leaving without looking back. No more of that, everything is about my future now. Everything is about her.

  Lifting the weight over and over, I yell and throw it at the wall as she screams again. Once they had started going at it for real I retreated to the basement, sticking on my music to cover the noise of him fucking my mate, but it’s not working. It’s like my brain can’t escape it. Half of me wishes it was me, the other half hates them both.

  Getting to my feet and ripping off my t-shirt so I’m just in my black mesh shorts, I grab the steel bar and start pulling myself up, faster and faster, concentrating on the burn in my muscles rather than the moans of pleasure still echoing around my head, imprinted there.

  I wonder if she would scream like that for me. Shaking my head against the thought, I growl and push myself faster, reminding myself of all the reasons why I don’t want a mate, especially a fucking skinwalker with a fucking god for a pet.

  No, she’s better getting the fuck away from me and fast. Dropping from the bar when it doesn’t work either, I head over to the home firing range and grab my ear muffs, hoping it will help.

  I lay out an arrangement of different weapons and lose myself in them. From throwing stars to guns, I fire and fire, trying to ignore everything. Especially the scent of my mate, which seems to follow me wherever I go.

  Yelling, I throw a star, reliving memories of another woman I cared for dying in my arms. I grab my head and hit it again and again, trying to push the memory away.

  The warmth of her blood as she gasped her last breath. The blue of her eyes as she started at me with fear. The pale colour of her skin and the coolness of the floor underneath my feet. The mocking laughter as they came towards me with the hot rods and cleaver for my wings.

  Screaming, I hit myself again, trying to make it go away, trying to knock it out of my mind. This, this is why I should never have a mate. They are right. St
ripping our wings—it fucks us up. I am far too fucking crazy and messed up for her.

  “Grif—” She coughs, her blood coating her lips.

  Shouting, I throw myself at the wall, ramming my head into the concrete again and again.

  “Griffin.”

  Bang.

  “Griffin!” Her voice blends with another, and when a soft hand comes between my head and the wall I freeze, before turning my head slowly. The blood drips down steadily, almost blinding me.

  The artificial light frames her as she frowns at me. Her blonde hair is a mess, floating around her, and she’s in a borrowed shirt that smells like Nos. I turn away from her, disgusted with myself. I grit my teeth, of course she would see me when I’m at my worst.

  “Grif—”

  Breathing deep, I push back the memory, her touch helping even if I will never tell her that. “What the fuck are you doing down here?” I growl.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” she snarls back, pulling her hand away, and when I turn my back to the wall, she steps in front of me with her arms crossed, obviously trying to look intimidating, but all it does it showcase her rosy nipples poking through the white shirt.

  “What the fuck do you want? Taking a break?” I sneer at her, but she just raises her eyebrow at me.

  “Griffin,” she barks.

  Fury bursts through me, how dare she? This is my fucking home and she’s my fucking mate! Pushing away from the wall, I advance on her. My powers and emotions are going haywire, so much so that I can’t control them.

  She caught me at my weakest.

  Broken.

  Crazy.

  “You think you can just go wherever the fuck you like? Walking around here like you’re the fucking queen bee? Because what? The hole between your legs? Or the magic you think holds us together?” She doesn’t step back, she coolly faces down my anger.

  I stop when our noses are touching, both of us breathing heavily as I spit the venomous words at her. “You are nothing. You are a fucking face stealer, a fucking parasite.”