Claimed by the Cthulhu (Monstrous Meet Cutes #2)

by Wendi Guff

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.

“Why be ‘ok’ when you could be great?” Again, she doesn’t react the way I think. This time, she giggles, the light and airy sound doing funny things to my chest. “You sound like Tony the Tiger.” This makes me scowl. “Is Tony your boyfriend?” I’m irrationally jealous of this weretiger,

“Let's get out of here, so I can stuff you—” I gasp. “—with food.” My lips thin. “You're not funny.”

I know….I’m a little intense. I meant what I said when I claimed you as my mate, but I'm not going to rush anything for you. I'm willing to wait for however long it takes.” “And if you never win me over?” she teases. I smirk. “Obviously, I’m already your crazy stalker, and if you never return my affections, then you just become my object of unrequited love. Oh, and I follow you wherever you go until you finally give in.”

Suddenly, above us, there’s a sound like someone is jangling open a door followed by a loud thud. Marea jumps, rushing to my side, and I tuck her under my arm. “What was that?” “Just my pet. Don't worry about him. He can be kind of a dick sometimes when I lock him away.”

“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.”

There’s a formula for everything in life. To get the results I want, I need to experiment carefully.

When you tell someone you love them, you're promising them that no matter what, you'll always be there. You'll always support them, no matter their “flaws”, but this promise is only fair if it's reciprocated from the other side.

You better marry this man, Marea. I mean it.” I chuckle. “Just because he gave me a tentacle cock?” “Do you even hear yourself—

Ok, call your monster. Tell him the bar is set high by his own tentacle toy, and you don’t think he can reach it. That’ll motivate him to give you an even better orgasm.” My pussy flutters. “Honestly, a better one might kill me.” “May you rest in peace.”

You’re afraid of being hurt. This is the crux of human nature, where you will do anything to ward off a perceived threat, even if it’s at the expense of your potential happiness.