Honeysuckles (Monster Stalker #1)

by January Rayne

I didn’t know I had so much self-control. As I sat in the booth, surrounded by her scent, my beasts were clawing at my insides to be set free and to ravage her. I wanted nothing more than to lie her flat on her back, tear her clothes off, fuck, and bite to claim her as mine. Mmm, my beasts love that idea. I love that idea. I want to tie her to me. I want to bind her to me. Mine to have. Mine to own. Mine to fucking claim.

All I know is that I have to be near her. I have to know what she’s doing at all times. Her life from this moment on will never be the same. She’ll never walk alone again. I’ll be her shadow, and in the night, I’ll be her dark. I’ll consume her so she never knows loneliness again.

I’ll show her the stars even if it means dragging her through the darkness of hell.

“Sometimes pretty things love horrible nightmares,”

Her scent drugs me. My body is lightweight, and my mind is dizzy. She’s the slow buzz of alcohol while I’m the lethal injection that kills. She’s the graceful sleep and I’m her paralysis demon freezing her body so I can possess her.

Written in blood, it says. “Only I can happen to you.”

“I wanted death for so long. Nightmares are the only thing that live in my mind— at least they were. Every time I see you, those nightmares ease. I can’t be without you. No matter how close you are, no matter what you give me, I know it will never be enough. I will never be sated of you. I will always want more.”

Demi sips the tea, closing her eyes as if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. “You’re just waiting for me, aren’t you? You know I’ll be there for you tonight. Drink, Demi. Drink, so I can come and haunt your dreams. Let me be your nightmare,” I whisper,

“I’m going to breed you.” My voice isn’t my own. It’s deep, dark, the baritone rougher than it has ever been before. “You’re mine, Demi. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine. No one will take you from me. I own you. You belong to me. I won’t stop until you’re pregnant. Until you are trapped with me. Until you have no choice but to love me. You’re. Fucking. Mine!” I roar, my wings freeing from my back, and they wrap around us.

“Oh, my fffuck. You don’t know what you do to me. Your pussy feels so good. I’m going to take you every night, Demi. Every single night. You’re going to be so sore and not know why. I’ll know when I see you. I’ll know what we do.”

“Oh. Oh. I can’t stop. You are taking so much. Look at you. You’re swelling.” I press my hand against her stomach, noticing the large bulge made of my come.

“If you only knew how much you love what I do to you in your sleep.”

“That’s it,” I urge her. “Drink in my come. Take it all. Take every fucking drop. Make it stay. Give me a baby. Give me our baby.”

Not even a doctor could tell me my heart doesn’t beat for Demi. If they did, I’d kill them. My heart bleeds for Demi. And I’ll bleed them for her too.

Everyone is temporary in a way, but there are the few that refuse to leave, they plant roots in your soul, and weather every storm life throws at you. They are built of concrete, even if they crumble, they find a way to remain. Those people are few and far between, but they do exist.

“I just need you so much, my beloved.” I press my forehead to hers. “You remind me of a time when happiness and heartache had separate homes in the chambers of my heart.”

“Do you see me, Demi? Do you really? Or are you so fucking high you can’t tell who is fucking your mouth?” I ease in and out, staring at her face for any sign of recognition. I feel her emotions. She might not see me, but she knows it’s me. “That’s it. It’s okay. Shh, drift back to sleep, mate. I’ll take it from here.”

“I’m the terrible man they warned you about. I’m fucking you right now, raw. I’m going to fill you with my knot, locking my come so deep inside you, your womb will have no fucking choice but to carry my child. You’re mine. Your body is mine. Your soul. Your mind. Your fucking womb is mine, Demi.”

“It’s you. You’ve always been my happiness. You’ve always been the one thing I will never forget, what I’ll always remember.

It was obsession at first sight when I saw her. And it will be obsession at last. For always.