Claimed by the Cthulhu (Monstrous Meet Cutes #2)

by Wendi Guff

Callie’s and my gaze immediately jumps to his crotch, which sports an enormous bulge.

They say curiosity killed that cat, but the saying is all wrong in my case. It should be curiosity stroked the cock, and not just any cock. A monster one.

“You are a breath of fresh air, mikrasa.” “What does that mean?” “It’s Cthulhuian for ‘little one’.”

The gesture seems a little elaborate, but the setup makes my heart squeeze because Chaos listened when I told him that I loved puzzles. My brain needs to be constantly challenged, or else I get bored—and this is a challenge. It takes me a few minutes of rearranging, but I figure out Chaos’ message easily enough. Will you come out night tide pooling with me? I will be a gentleman—unless you don't want me to be.

then you just become my object of unrequited love. Oh, and I follow you wherever you go until you finally give in.”

“Just my pet. Don't worry about him. He can be kind of a dick sometimes when I lock him away.”

“The only person you need to be good enough for is yourself, Marea. When you look in the mirror, don't ever doubt your self-worth. You are—and always will be—more than enough.”

“Marea, you nearly brought me to my knees. You are all I can think about. You consume my thoughts—even when I'm at work. I want to know every inch of your body, of your heart, of your brain. Own all of you.”

“Scary thing, the past. It's like the poltergeist of our minds that we can't exorcise.”

“Yeah, better memories for better ghosts. Take what’s happening now to find something happier so that your ghost haunts you with sunnier thoughts about your past.”