Honeysuckles (Monster Stalker #1)

by January Rayne

To your pussy, with how she will weep for me when you read this.

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.

“Oh, my smart mate protecting herself from the outside world,” I whisper against the glass, my breath fogging it. With my finger, I draw a heart into the condensation. “But it won’t save you from me.” I lick the glass, wishing it was her skin.

Her home is nice. Small. Too small for us and the kids we will have. Fuck.

I need to get out of here. The urge to go into her room and breed her is so strong, I can’t think straight.

My mouth drops when my orgasm bursts from my cock. My knot pulsates, sending streams of come into her bath. My talons dig into the vanity of her sink so I can hold myself up as my legs give out from the intensity. The white ropes disappear into the bubbles, the evidence gone, and the come wasted. I sneer with discontent. Every drop deserves to be inside her. Demi swirls the water with her hands, splashing it on her chest, and every part of me purrs with satisfaction. She’s bathing in my come. She’s marked.

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