Page 30 of Their Fierce Little Monster

I reach over, fingers grasping her jaw, lifting her head, as I can’t have her hiding. “You need to consume my cum.”

She doesn’t flinch away but gives me a once-over. “Are you being serious right now?”

“It’s the only way to destroy the toxins in your blood, and I want you not to be afraid of me in a moment, all right?”

“Why do you say it like that?” Her chin quivers, her hand to her chest. “So, I have to take you into my mouth?”

I run my thumb along her jawline, then over her lips. “I’ll guide you. I promise it doesn’t hurt, but we can’t wait any longer. The venom is spreading through you every second we wait. Are you ready?”

She nods. “Yes, help me.”

I’m on my feet and call to my monster form. It comes with a loud roar, my body quaking. There’s no pain, just the crack of bones and stretch of skin. The room around me seems to shrink as I grow to six foot nine, my head just shy of brushing up against the ceiling. My skin turns a greenish color, my jawline twitching as teeth sharpen, and two pointed tusks push upward from my lower jaw, framing my mouth. Sharp ridges break through my skin along the length of my spine.

There’s no gold streaks across my body. Ash Clan are powerful hunters. We’re muscle and strength, not made of fire.

I glance down to the skull imprinted over my heart. Underneath it, Dawn’s name appears.

Startled, she frantically pulls herself backward across the bed. But she doesn’t get far before she collapses onto her side. She cries out, curling in on herself.

“I won’t hurt you,” I explain with a deep growl, and she glances up at me, lips pinched thin. My heart aches to see her afraid.

When she doesn’t move, just holds herself tighter, I hastily march to the other side of the bed, desperation clawing at my chest as I kneel on the floor beside her. She remains with her back to me.

“Dawn, this is the only way to save you. Please say something.”

For a long moment, she just stays there, whimpering, and if I have to force her into healing to save her, she’ll never forgive me.

Eventually, she rolls onto her side to face me, staring at me through wet eyelashes. Slowly, she climbs up, searching my face for a reaction. She sinks back onto her heels just on the edge of the mattress, and the golden lines across her skin are fading fast, her eyes yellowing from the sickness.

“Are you certain this will help?” Her voice catches as she holds her stomach. “It’ll get rid of the pain?”

“It will save you from dying, Dawn,” I answer, reaching over to take her hand in mine, and she grasps onto me in return. I barely feel the pressure of her weak hold. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes close for a heartbeat, and the tension on her face softens. With an exhale, she releases my hand and lifts her dress up and over her body.

Every thought in my mind vanishes. There’s just Dawn and nothing between me and her golden skin but the thin white fabric of her underwear. I take in the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the gorgeous legs I long to part. Fuck me, my cock hardens in an instant. Too many nights I’ve imagined how she’d look naked and convinced myself I didn’t want her. Now, standing in front of her, I’m losing my damn mind over her.

Heart pounding, I drag my gaze to her face. “You didn’t need to undress.” Yet I keep staring at every inch of that delicious body. Full breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, the golden veins tracing her curves. She must be trying to kill me instead.

Her cheeks blush. “I’m not experienced with men,” she tells me, and I’m fully aware. Protecting her wasn’t just from the Viscount, but also from the men who leered at her in the village. I’ve broken a few bones so she’s left alone.

“But I’ve heard the women talking in town, saying that men are turned on by our bodies and that ensures they grow hard down there. So I thought this might help you.” She glances at my groin, where my pants are squeezing the life out of my thick monster cock.

Fuck, she’s so innocent, so delectable. “Just being with you gets me hard, but this, fuck, Dawn, you’re going to ruin me.”

To my surprise, she leans forward and tugs at my belt, undoing it before unbuttoning my pants. The fabric pulls open, and I reach down to tug my cock out.

She squeals at first but doesn’t flinch away. Swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress, she sits facing me on the bed, almost eagerly. And I can’t stop staring at those perky tits, how with each move, they bounce.

I drop my pants and kick them aside, relieved to be free of them.

My cock feels heavy and full. I don’t know how long I can hold back with her sitting there so innocently. I’ve been living in this village for years, and women have been throwing themselves at me since I arrived, but I never once fucked them. Though, I jerked off more times than I could remember.

Stretching a clawed hand toward me, Dawn runs a finger along my shaft, flicking past the ridges that run the length of my dick. I grunt under my breath, fighting the urge to bend her over and finally just fuck her. The tension between us is about to burst.

She toys with my ridges, teasing them back and forth, and I grunt with impatience. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you feel these for real. They’ll bring you unimaginable pleasure.”

Her breath hitches, and that thick vein gives a twitch. She pulls back, smiling. Seconds later, she grasps her stomach again, and we’ve wasted enough time.