Monstrous Kink

by Tuesday Morrigan

  He hated her, even though he craved her.

  She reminded him too much of Mila.

  The beat picked up again. This time there was no doubt to him, to any man in the room, that she was making love to the music.

  The way her body flowed to the music was pure decadence.

  It was pure sex.

  In one sharp movement Zacharias stood, strode down the steps from his throne, and grabbed the arm of his bride-to-be.

  He was done playing her games. From now on they played by his rules.

  Chapter Eighteen

  So Seductive

  She had angered the beast. Hurt him. And now she had to placate him, lest she lose her heart. Mila chewed her lips as she regarded the man before her. Throughout the binding ceremony, she had waited, heart in her throat for that moment when Zacharias would stop the program and announce her as an impostor. He had to have known she’d traded spots with the woman the priest had chosen for him. But as usual the man had kept her on her toes.

  One hand clutched the black lace veil Zacharias had ripped off her face the moment they left the coronation room. The other gripped the arm of the large, eighteenth-century chair he’d shoved her into. They were back in his bedroom.

  Where it had all started.

  Where it had ended.

  Where she hoped to resurrect their relationship.

  “I know you’re mad at me.”

  He smiled. A flash of teeth that left her shivering at the coldness that permeated every inch of his hard body. He isn’t going to make this easy for me.

  “Why? Should I, Mila?”

  She stared at him in shock. Why should I make this easy for you, Mila? His smile widened, deepened, became more frigid. “The two halves of the Dark Moon are supposed to be able to communicate telepathically in order to facilitate the bonding between the king and the queen. Interesting, isn’t it?”

  Even though her mind was telling her to shut her mouth, she couldn’t pull up her jaw. Iya never told me that.

  “No, she wouldn’t, would she? Despite the fact that she has seen over two thousand years, she still has a youthful belief in love.”

  Mila licked her parched lips. “Don’t you believe in love?” she asked softly.

  He stared at her for several moments. The fire in his darkened gaze forced a shiver through her body. “No. I don’t.” He took five steps toward her. She counted each and every one. With the pounding of her heart.

  You kept sending me images of us during that dance. Images of us together. That wasn’t very nice, Mila.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  He smiled and took two steps forward. I don’t think you’re sorry, Mila. Not really.

  A glimpse of his memories flashed to Mila.

  Her.

  On her knees.

  With his cock in her mouth.

  She felt his pleasure.

  His desire.

  His need for satisfaction.

  Heat infused every inch of Mila’s body as his passion filled her. Her gaze lifted to his. “What are you doing here, Mila?”

  She glanced pointedly at the black lace gown she wore, the binding dress, before lifting her gaze to his. “I was about to be wed.”

  He squatted until his gaze was level with hers. “What are you doing here, Mila?” he growled. His eyes were so dark they appeared onyx. She could feel the emotions riding him, pulling at his self-control.

  She searched his eyes for long moments, using the power Iya had taught her to manage, to try to decipher the difficult, sensual man before her. So many of his emotions swarmed to her, almost too many to identity.

  But two managed to surge to the surface.

  Anger.

  Desire.

  “I’m sorry, Zacharias,” she whispered softly.

  It was as though she had slapped him. He stood and pivoted. For one moment she feared he would turn his back on her and leave. Instead, long legs splayed wide open, he sat on the bed. He was a great lounging beast.

  Her gaze raked over him, taking in every inch of his perfect frame. She had not forgotten just how beautiful her warrior was. Yet, his loveliness still blindsided her. Her gaze lifted from the large bulge between his strong thighs to his eyes.

  He was hungry, starved. She could feel his need. It simmered in the air between them. It came to her in rolling emotional waves.

  “You’re mad at me because I’m in love with you.”

  He stilled. “What the hell are you talking about?” he thundered suddenly.

  Mila stood, determined and defiant. She knew he wanted her. She could feel his potent desire, the passion that flowed through his veins. She could feel his anger, swirling and heated, leaving little in its wake. What she wasn’t sure about was his love, but she was banking on it. Putting her heart on the line. “You’re mad at me because I love you. You’re mad because I want you as much as you want me.”

  Zacharias watched her for several long, tense moments. “That’s rich.”

  Mila strode to him. “It’s the truth, damn it.”

  “Prove it,” he growled harshly. One dark eyebrow lifted. “Show me just how much you love me, Mila.”

  It was Mila’s turn to freeze. She stilled at those words even though she knew she had been waiting for that, waiting for Zacharias to give her the chance to show him just how much she wanted him. Needed him. Loved him.

  But she hadn’t expected him to be so blunt.

  “It’s a product of the age,” he murmured slowly. “The bluntness, that is.”

  She grinned at him. If he wanted to play that game she could play along with him. Mila’s grin widened as she thought of their first time together. The dream that had felt too real to be anything but reality. She sent a telepathic image of the night she had ground on top of him until they both came to the man lounging across from her. She felt Zacharias still moments before his body hardened.

  “Stop it, Mila.”

  She stood and glided over to him. “Why, Zacharias? Don’t like when the shoe is on the other foot? Don’t you like it when you’re reminded of what we’ve done together? Don’t you want to know what it felt like for me?”

  “I don’t suggest you push me, Mila.”

  “Why, Zacharias, because you might not like the consequences? Because you don’t want to lose control? Too bad, Zach. I want you like I’ve never had you before. I want you. All of you.”

  A smoldering image of her riding Zacharias as his fingers dug into her thighs slipped through her mind. A memory shared by them both. A shaft of heat seared her nether regions, streaking through her cunt, the very folds of her sex, until she felt as though her pussy were burning with the need for Zacharias, for his cock, for his touch, for the feel of him.

  “I will give you one last warning, Mila.”

  The thundered words were more than a threat. Stronger than a promise. And a temptation she could not ignore. She slipped one thigh over his and sent him another, more devastating image. This one was of herself as she looked down at him in shock and pleasured surprise as he ate her out, eating her pussy like he was a starved man. Just to tip the scales, she sent him mirror feelings of the emotions she felt as she had lain beneath him. The pleasure. The passion. The excitement. The soul-consuming desire. The feel of his tongue caressing her clit. The hard touch of his fingers, holding her open for his questing mouth.

  Mila moved the other leg over his lap until she was straddling Zacharias.

  “You asked for it, Mila.” Zacharias growled as his fingers slipped into the ebony strands of her hair. His grip tightened almost painfully. The tugging touch turned her on, flaming the fire that burned deep inside her.

  His nails scraped along her scalp just as Mila felt Zacharias’s emotions burst free from the tight leash he kept himself under.

  This was what she wanted, needed. Zacharias out of control, giving her every inch of his being, not just the controlled leader. “Yes. Yes! Give it to me, then,” she murmured across Zacharias’s mouth seco
nds before she pressed her lips against his. The heat exploded between them the moment she touched her lips to his. And it was like nothing Mila had ever felt before. It didn’t even compare to the emotions Zacharias had inspired before.

  She squealed in surprise when he picked her up and flipped their bodies over so she lay beneath him. Before her mind could decipher what was going on, he had her wrists bound to the bed.

  He looked down on her splayed body and gave her a wicked smile. One of the pluses of being part animal is the speed, Mila.

  Any other perks you want to show me, my king?

  She felt him pause for a moment. She had called him her king, acknowledged his dominion over her. His smile widened, reminding her just how devastating to her senses the man above her was. Her belly muscles jumped and fluttered. Her cunt further moistened.

  There’s the hunger, the need to appease the beast, and tonight the beast wants you.

  Zacharias fell upon Mila, determined, hungry, and relentless. She could feel the need, the desire, the emotions he had kept in check since she had first seen him, in his touch. It was hurried, uncontrolled, unwavering, and devastating. His large palms cupped her breasts, molding the full mounds, tweaking her nipples, scraping the buds against the lace barrier that separated them, plucking at the tips until she was writhing beneath him.

  His hunger. Her need. The soul-burning desire that swarmed between them. All three emotions washed over, almost drowning her with their intensity.

  His hands drifted down her torso until they reached the hem of her lacy shirt. He jerked the fabric up over her breasts, revealing the swollen mocha mounds. Mila gasped at the feel of his mouth around one nipple, licking, sucking, nipping. She cried out when his fingers glided beneath her skirt and up her thighs to palm the heat between her thighs. She instinctively spread her legs wantonly for him, seeking his touch.

  “Yes. Yes!” She gasped when one finger plunged between the wet, hot folds of her cunt, stroking her flesh, teasing her clit. And then he slipped into her, surged deep into her pussy. The single thrust was all Mila needed. She convulsed around his finger, beneath his hard body as her climax ripped through her. She felt Zacharias slip two fingers into her cunt as she came down from her high.

  “So eager, Mila. I did not think you would enjoy being the one tied up.”

  “Make me,” she retorted just as he withdrew his fingers. Zacharias gave Mila a wicked, carnal grin that made her heart skip a beat before thrusting his fingers deep into her. She screamed as pleasure assailed every inch of her body, leaving her bereft of breath. Lights flashed around her. The room seemed to shake with the very power of her release.

  A soundless whimper escaped from her lips when his thumb stroked over her clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of her cunt. With a delighted laugh, Mila realized she was climbing back up to that precipice that promised ultimate satisfaction. She was going to come soon.

  Her eyes slammed shut and nourishing air was dragged into her lungs with gasping breaths as she focused on her body, on what she felt. Using their mind link, she sent the emotions to Zacharias. Soon his breathing began to mirror hers and she knew he felt what she felt. Her passion. Her desire. Her pleasure.

  She groaned, almost as though in pain, when he fully withdrew his fingers from her tight pussy. She had been so close to coming.

  And I knew that. You made sure I knew that, didn’t you, Mila?

  Her eyes popped open and her gaze collided with his stormy, glittering eyes. The green color was so dark, Mila felt like she was looking into a slightly overcast midnight sky. It was intoxicating.

  She held his gaze as he lowered his head and captured her lips in a sweet, drugging kiss that left her wanting more of him. One hand tangled in the strands of her hair, holding her immobile for his questing tongue, the other drifted down his body to poise his cock at the mouth of her cunt. He propped himself on one elbow, broke off the kiss, and stared down into her eyes.

  Mila smiled at him and lifted her hips, pressing her soft flesh against his hard cock. “I love you, Zacharias. I’ll always love you.” Zacharias thrust the full length of his erection into her in one powerful stroke, pushing Mila several inches up the bed. Unable to do any more, her fingers gripped the bindings around her wrists in an attempt to steady herself for his relentless thrusts. The fingers in her hair untangled themselves to drift down her body and grip her hips, holding her to Zacharias as he plunged in and out of the wet heat of her cunt.

  His unwavering gaze caught hers. “You are mine.”

  Even though his words weren’t a question, Mila felt the need to answer him. “Yes,” she gasped out between airy breaths. “I am yours. Your queen. Your mate.”

  “Mine,” he growled again. A shiver of excitement tingled down her spine when she saw that his normally green eyes were glowing with a golden light. The binding was upon him. She felt his lengthened nails digging ten half crescent moons into her hips as the beast inside him rose to the surface. Mila bared her neck, moving her head to the side, a silent sign that he should mark her and complete the binding, making her his eternal mate.

  There was a movement of painful silence, as though Zacharias could not decide if he wanted her for eternity, and then his teeth sank into her jugular. A white-hot heat encased Mila’s body the moment his incisors pierced her flesh. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt, stronger, more intoxicating. For a moment Mila sank beneath the passion as Zacharias fed her the magick that would bind her to him and give her the long lifespan of a gargoyle’s life-mate. When she thought she could take no more of the intense pleasure, her body erupted, coming so hard for so long she feared she would pass out.

  Zacharias’s gaze snapped to hers as he stroked into her sheath with one last deep thrust. It was as though he had depleted himself of all his energies. He stilled above her and tightened his fingers on her hips. “I love you, Mila,” he whispered before pressing a soft kiss against her lips. His deep groan of satisfaction drifted above her mouth when he pressed his forehead to hers and spurted his seed deep inside.

  “I love you, too, Zacharias,” Mila murmured back, thinking about how lucky she was to have had her rental car break down in the middle of Eastern Europe.

  Tuesday Morrigan

  Tuesday began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.

  You can learn more about Tuesday, including what's her latest project, at www.mochancreme.com, or by sending an email to her at Tuesday@mochancreme.com.