K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage Page 6

  He follows the movements, his eyes turning completely white and glowing between us. “No, he didn’t touch me. I need him alive for now, when he has outlived his purpose, I will kill him,” I purr, rubbing against him from the need blooming in my chest.

  He growls and rubs my ass in massaging waves.

  “Why do I need you so much? Why am I drawn to you, like I could pick you out in the middle of the city?” I ask, confusion and need whirling inside of me until I’m panting.

  “You are mine, I am yours.” That’s all he says before slamming his mouth to mine. Gripping onto his cheeks, I control the kiss and he thrusts up against me, making me moan into his mouth.

  “Yes,” I hiss, reaching down and flicking open the button on his jeans, my hand slithers inside and wraps around his rock-hard cock, already coated with pre-cum.

  I pump him once, twice, before I’m flipped onto my back. He grins down at me and rips away our clothes until we are both naked and pressed together. I seek his mouth with a blind need and he returns it, devouring me and only fueling the fire inside me. Like a beast, it roars its need.

  “I need you,” I cry, my blood heating uncomfortably.

  “I am yours,” he says softly, almost tenderly, as he reaches down and grabs my thighs, spreading my legs. Reaching between us, he feels my already wet pussy.

  His lips meet mine again as he masterfully flicks my clit before slipping one finger inside me, lifting my hips I beg for more, my body feeling like it’s about to explode. He doesn't add another and I bite his lip in punishment.

  He pulls away, blood dripping down his chin, and I wrap both legs around his waist and spin us.

  When he is under me, I waste no time. I’m desperate for him. Reaching down, I line him up and sink onto his massive cock. He stretches me, making me throw my head back and moan as I sink lower, until my ass meets his thighs. His hands reach up and cup my tits, flicking my nipples as I lift up and drop back down again. He groans and his hands tighten painfully.

  “Take what you need, Little Monster,” he demands, and I do.

  I ride him hard and fast, chasing an orgasm and the coolness I know it will somehow provide. I feel like I’m in a haze, nothing but need and pain guiding me as I fuck him.

  “Oh god—” I hear a voice from behind us and when I whip my head around, I see the man from the bathroom. He obviously got himself free and he is standing there, gawking at me. Something snaps and I scramble from the bed.

  Grabbing the steak knife from my dinner lying nearby, I fly from the bed and jump at the man, and he pales and screams as I slash his throat. Blood spurts all over me, into my mouth and eyes, and onto my bare tits. Each drop seems to soak into my skin until I’m moaning on top of his dying body.

  Nos growls and snatches me by my waist, flinging me onto the bed and leaping on top of me.

  “Mine,” he roars and I groan, arching my head back as he slams inside of me.

  “Yes!” I moan, running my hands down my blood covered chest.

  He groans and when I open my eyes, he’s shaking and I grin. “Stop fighting it, change,” I demand, and he growls but obeys.

  I moan long and loud as his cock lengthens and thickens inside of me. His horns erupt from his head and his eyes turn bright white. He pulls out of me before slamming back in, the headboard shaking with his strength.

  “Fuck, yes. More!” I scream, uncaring about the guests staying here. They could walk in right now and I wouldn’t give a fuck, Nos might kill them, but I sure as shit would find it hot. That much is evident.

  He growls, lowering his head and sniffing along my neck and chest at the blood, his tongue darting out and licking it while I writhe beneath him. He pulls out and I moan, needy and long, and jump at him again, all teeth and nails, completely primal like he is.

  He catches me, but not before I score my nails down his chest and bite his neck, making him roar. He flips me like I weigh nothing and pins my fighting body. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls until my neck is stretched and arched back. It hurts, but it feels so good and I push back, seeking his cock. His head lowers again, his horns scratching the headboard.

  “Mine,” he grunts, the once seemingly cultured monster of the forest no more, but a creature of need and rage like me.

  “Prove it,” I gasp out, and he growls against my throat before sinking his teeth there, his cock thrusting into my waiting pussy at the same time, making me scream.

  This angle means he is so much deeper than before and I can feel every delicious inch of him. Monster, indeed. He would probably rip a normal human in half.

  He releases my throat, and I feel the blood trickling down and onto the bed below. His other hand reaches around and flicks my nipples, and my face is pushed into the duvet as he fucks me hard and fast, sending me into another orgasm, screaming into the covers of the bed.

  Shaking beneath him, I gasp when he flips me again and thrusts straight back into my pussy. Barely recovering from my orgasm, I don’t fight him as he fucks me. His wide palm circles my throat, those eyes staring at me.

  “You will never win against me, you are mine. This body, everything. You can fight me, try to kill me, and I will still win. I will remind you exactly why the humans fear me, do you understand me?” he asks and tightens his hand, making spots appear in my visions and my pussy pulses around him.

  When I can breathe again I gasp out a moan. “Yes, fuck, give me everything.”

  He growls and keeps his hand around my throat. Hiking my leg up, I wrap it around his waist and tilt my hips so he hits deeper again. We both groan and I tighten my pussy, making him growl.

  Slamming in, he twists his hips at the same time as he chokes me, and I open my mouth on a wordless scream as I’m thrown into another orgasm. He stills, emptying inside me with a roar that shakes the bed.

  He lets go of my throat slowly, but I’m still needy. I need everything. It feels like my body is burning up and only his touch, his come, can calm me. When he pulls out I reach down and grab his wet, soft cock.

  “I need you again,” I say breathlessly and he groans.

  We both freeze at a knock on the door. Swearing, I slide of the bed and stagger on wobbly legs.

  I grab a robe and make sure no blood is visible as I stroll to the door. I don’t bother doing it up fully, letting out a breath as I open it to the worried looking security guard. He looks nervous and glances around before his eyes drop back to me. His cheeks heat and he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

  “Miss, is everything okay? We have had some...er, worrying noise complaints.”

  I grin. “Oh, sorry about that. It got a bit rough, we were trying out some new positions.”

  He blushes bright red. “You-you, er, mean you were having sex?”

  I lean against the door, the robe fluttering around me. “Fucking, boning, whatever you want to call it.” He doesn't look like he believes me so I push off and step closer, fluttering my lashes at him. “Want to see?” I murmur, and he stutters out a response and runs away.

  Laughing, I shut the door and turn to see Nos watching me from the bed, completely unashamed in his monster form, covered in blood and come. My nipples tighten and I drop the robe and saunter back. “Seems we were being too loud, you might have to gag me this time,” I tease and crawl up the bed.

  Reaching his legs, I lick my way through the blood and come, trailing a path right to his already hard cock. “Little Monster,” he warns, and I grin against his cock, flicking my tongue out and tasting myself and him. Groaning, I wrap my lips around him and suck him down to the back of my throat.

  I glance up and watch his eyes widen as I swallow him farther, his hands scramble in the sheet and his head tosses when I start to hum. Watching this monster at my mercy is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I reach down and flick my clit as I bob on his cock to the rhythm of my fingers.

  “Faster,” he commands and I moan, loving when he takes control, especially when the rest of my life is spiral
ing out of it—he is the constant.

  I do as I’m told, sucking him faster, and I speed up my fingers so when he yells and comes in my mouth, I scream around his cock and come too.

  Collapsing, I notice the burning in my veins has disappeared, and now I’m just bone weary. He reaches down and pulls me into his arms gently, cradling me as my eyes shut.

  “Sleep, Little Monster. I shall keep watch. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” His vow follows me into sleep.

  The world all looks the same from the sky, but after hours of endless flying, I’m forced to seek shelter so I can rest. Hibernation means I’m not as strong as I once was and it’s becoming very apparent. Circling the small town below I land on a hill on the outskirts, the night sky blocking me from view. It wouldn't be good for them to spot me and have reports of a dragon circulating. That would only draw unwanted attention.

  Changing back as soon as I land, I make sure to add clothes this time, a perk of being from the long, royal line. Or one of the only ones left, I would say. Shaking out my form, I run my hands down my body to ensure everything is in place before I make my way down the hill and into the town below.

  I’ll rest and then fly again in the morning. I must make it to my mate before something happens. For her to call me across such distance means she's strong, which also means she will become a target. I need to be by her side where I belong. If the remaining dragons of the council find I have awoken again and not returned, they won't be happy, so I need to keep a low profile. I have no plans to ever return to Klasfor. Not now, not ever.

  When I left so long ago in search of a place to sleep, I made my intentions very clear, but dragons are stubborn and they won’t believe that I would give up my role as king. Not that easily, but it’s a title I never wanted. I was born into it, raised since birth to lead. Except by the time I was crowned, it was a heavy burden. Our kind had been hunted and slaughtered to near extinction, so we retreated and hid our existence. Our isolation resulted in dragons turning on each other, our words became barbs, and we began killing our own. Dragons are not meant to be trapped, yet we are.

  I make my way through the almost deserted town, no doubt quiet due to the late hour. When I spot the sign for a hotel I push open the glass door, a bell signaling my entrance, and I pause before the counter, which has seen better days. In fact, the whole room looks like it has, but I’ll only be here for one night. All I need is a door and a bed.

  When no one comes to greet me, I press down lightly on the little bell, holding it until a sweaty, greasy teenager throws open a door and glares at me. “What the hell, dude?”

  “Room,” I grunt.

  He rolls his eyes but makes his way over, typing on a computer as I stare at him. “We have double, suite..”

  “One bed, the room farthest from the main entrance,” I reply, nearly swaying on my feet from exhaustion.

  He carries on typing. “Okay, cash or card?” He looks up, peering through long hair that covers his forehead.

  I didn’t think about payment. Hmm. “Please hold,” I instruct him and leave again. I had those plastic things when they were first introduced, but they are too easy to trace. Looking around, I spot a sign saying money withdrawals. Marching over, I stare at the weird computer contraption.

  “Money,” I order.

  Nothing happens.

  “Money, now,” I nearly shout.

  “Er, you have to put your card in,” comes a rough male voice. Looking down, I spot the homeless man meters away from the machine.

  Nodding, I turn back. Waving my hand in front of the screen, I let my magic do the work, computers and magic do not mix so the screen wavers before it asks for the amount. I withdraw the max, holding my hand as the machine spits it out and tells me to have a nice day.

  Grabbing the stash I look back at the homeless man, who is wide-eyed and pale. “For your troubles,” I say, passing over some notes.

  His mouth drops open as he grabs them, wetness gathering at the corner of his eyes. Not wanting to dishonor the man, since feelings should not be shared—it is the dragon way—I head back to the hotel.

  When I get through the door, the kid is gone again, so I ring the bell.

  “For fuck’s sake,” he grumbles as he throws open the door again. “Oh, it’s you.”

  “Here.” I thrust half the money at him and grab the key waiting on the desk below.

  “Hey! You can't just—” He starts counting the money, his words cutting off as I leave the room in search of my bed for the night.

  The room number is printed on the key, so I find it easily enough. He did, in fact, give me the room at the end of the place. Outside, the overhead light flickers on and off so I twist the bulb, making it go out completely. I feel instantly better in the darkness and it might give me the few seconds I need to escape if there is an attack. Sliding the card key into the door, I try to open it only for it to blink red.

  “Stupid human contraptions,” I growl, as I ram it into the reader again and again until it finally blinks green. What happened to a good old key?

  I don’t bother flicking on the lights. I can hear the humming of them in the background, and my eyes see even better in the dark than they do in the light. It would be stupid to turn them on like a beacon when I don't need them. Kicking the door shut behind me, I grab the wooden chair from under the window and ram it under the door handle.

  The few seconds it will take for someone to break down the door will act as an alarm. Running my eyes over the room, my mouth twists in disgust. I’ve slept in some worse places for sure, but my body itches from being trapped inside. It would rather find a nice cave somewhere to crash in, but I need to shower and integrate myself back into society.

  Rolling my shoulders to try and relieve the tension, I take in the ugly, flowered bed sheets and the rickety table under the window by the door, which I’m currently backed against. An older TV with a silver antenna on the top sits upon a dresser against the opposite wall of the bed. A depressing painting of a sad looking flower in a field takes up the wall across from me and a door sits next to it, obviously leading to the bathroom.

  I check around the room for other openings, apart from the tiny bathroom window, which only a midget would be able to climb through, the door is the only way in or out. It relaxes me enough to go and sit on the bed. Scooting back until my head meets the backboard, I rub my forehead where a pounding has started, a sure sign I need to rest.

  Sitting here allows my mind to wander, and when it does I start to notice the yelling of someone in another room, the hum of the lights, the sound of cars and street noise. The more I try to ignore it, the louder it gets until I can’t dismiss any of it. I forgot how loud the world is, and I’m clearly not equipped or used to it.

  Groaning, I reach over and grab the small black remote. Pushing random buttons, I shoot it at the TV. Eventually, the picture flickers to life. I leave it on whatever channel it’s on, but turn up the volume until all I hear is the man talking about who is or isn’t the father.

  Frowning, I lean forward and watch in awe as the man reads out that he isn’t the father. Chaos ensues and my eyes widen at the screaming as the ‘not the father’ yells at a shocked looking woman. Where is the gold that they’re fighting over? It is like a behind the scenes look at every dragon family ever.

  Sitting crossed-legged, I concentrate on the show until my eyes are sliding shut. Burrowing down in the bed, I pull the covers over me and make my own little nest underneath. Ironic, I know, but it’s where dragons feel the safest, especially with everything changing.

  Finally shutting my eyes, I let sleep take me.

  I hold my hands out in front of my face and frown at the see-through quality. It has been a long time since I was able to enter another’s dreams or minds. It only happens with mates or close family. Since all my family is dead, this must be my mysterious mate’s head.

  It’s a constant irritation that we can’t master this during wakefulness, but it seems the on
ly time the mind wanders enough to achieve a full connection, especially across distances, is during sleep when you are vulnerable.

  Dropping my hands, I look around at the dream she is obviously having. A woman sits on the edge of a body of water with her back towards me.

  She’s small, probably half my height, with long blonde hair curling down her shapely back. I can’t make out much else so I walk closer, stopping when I’m next to her. She looks up at me, she doesn’t seem surprised or scared. Her eyes are the deepest blue I have ever seen, like the fire stones we keep in our homeland. Her lush mouth quirk up, drawing my eyes.

  She’s gorgeous, all sensuality and beauty. It radiates from her.

  “Who are you?” she asks, her voice low and velvety.

  “My name is Aska, yours?” I sit next to her and she keeps her eyes on me.

  “Dawn, I like your hair,” she replies, her eyes locked on the short, pastel purple waves that sit unruly on the top of my head. “Your eyes too.”

  I grin at that, if only she saw them when I used my powers, they would glow black and purple and she would be terrified.

  “Thank you, Neriso,” I say automatically, the dragon word which roughly means ‘mated or mine’ slipping from my tongue.

  She tilts her head at that. “It’s beautiful, say it again.”

  “Neriso.” My accent changes, using my dragon tongue and dialect, and her eyes light up.

  “What does it mean?” she inquires.

  “I will tell you when I see you,” I reply with a chuckle.

  “See me? I’m guessing you don’t mean in wherever we are right now?” She leans back, her body rippling with the movement. I swallow hard and draw my eyes back to her face, trying to ignore the curvaceous body of my mate.

  “Yes. I am coming to you,” I mumble.

  “Why?” she questions with an innocence in her words that stops me.

  “What are you, Neriso?” I query.

  “I don’t know, I thought I was human until I died.” She looks back at the water, calm.