Snapdragons (Monster Stalker #2)

by January Rayne

Life is hard. The nightmares are harder.

I’m damaged. My mind, my body, my heart, and my soul. The cracks are so deep, they can’t be repaired, yet my will to live somehow finds a way to be stronger than all of it.

Every single monster that lives inside me roared from her scent. The gargoyle growled, the crocodile vibrated, the vampire craved her blood, the jellyfish tentacles around my cock charged with electricity, and the ghost wanted to possess her body.

“Come for me, mate. Let me see how beautiful you look when I’m wrapped around you,” a voice whispers softly into my ear.

“Every single scar on you, I’ll put on him. I’ll hunt him. I’ll kill him for you. You are mine.

She’s mine. She needs to be claimed. She needs to understand that I’ll protect her in life, in death, and everything in between. Fear? I’ll consume it for her to sate my violence, so she never has to experience the bitterness. Nightmares? I’ll invade them and give her dreams that make her scream my name. Weakness? I’ll show her how strong she is while she has me on my back.

Someone is here, but you do not need to be afraid of me. You only need to fear how much I’m going to love you.

“I vow to love you when you hate yourself.” “I vow to protect you when the light of day and the dark of night become your enemy.” “I will succumb to you.”

spread my wings, flying as close to the stars as I can get. I’m angry that I can’t steal one and give it to Mickey. The sky can be so selfish. All I want to do is hand her a star to prove I can feel her light anywhere, no matter how near or far I am.

“Fuck, fuck, you taste so good, mate. I want your blood from the source. I want it fresh. This isn’t enough.” I sound like a madman desperate for more, but more will never be enough. Even if I bleed her dry, I’ll lick the inside of her skin to gather every drop.

Is this what my life has come to? Hiding away in a dark bathroom, stealing my mate’s tampons just to taste her because deep down I know she will never accept me as… this. A monster. A deviant beast who wants her to sit on my face while she’s on her period so I can taste her and have the warmth of the blood slide down my throat.

“There’s so much I want to do to you and I’m not sure if I have enough time before you wake up. How much can I get away with before you come to your senses?”

I fed her my blood. I knotted her. I bred her. I’ve marked her. We are mated and nothing in this world can ever change that.

How sick am I that I would prefer a beast to a man because nothing in my mind could be more monstrous than a human being?

“Careful mate. That only turns me on more. Bite me, scratch me, fuck me up to the point where I’m bleeding, and I will love every second of it.”

I roam my hand up the middle of her chest, encompassing her throat. “Such a pretty necklace for such a pretty fucking girl,”

The night is young. My cock is rock solid. Her pussy is drenched. We aren’t going anywhere until we show each other the stars.

“I want to be closer. I want to lick your fucking bones,”

I press my hands against his chest and rock my hips. I don’t go slow. I hate slow. I can’t orgasm that way. I want to be fucked hard. Slow and steady does not win the race for me.

“That’s it, Beloved. Ride me like you hate me. Fucking use me. You can anytime you want. This cock is all yours. No one else’s. I belong to you. I am yours. You fucking own me, Mickey. Fuck. That’s it. So fucking pretty sitting on your throne, proving who is in charge.”

“I don’t make promises. I make vows. I make oaths.”

“What does it mean?” Rhett asks. “To be a mate?” “Right. You wouldn’t know. I’m sorry you were turned into this. It must be very hard for you. A mate is someone Fate designs for you. You’re meant to be. Forever. The other half of your soul. Your forever. You can’t live without them and if one of you dies, the other will follow. You’re tethered in every way of the universe.”