Snapdragons (Monster Stalker #2)

by January Rayne

To everyone who said that this series isn't realistic. FREAKIN' DUH. Now, let's fuck some gargoyle statues.

“You’re attractive in a way I shouldn’t find you to be because I really dislike men. I never want to be with one again.” My finger grazes over the strong bridge of his nose, then to his long pointed ears. “But you aren’t a man, are you? You’re just a statue. I don’t have to worry about you torturing me or keeping me chained up. You’ll protect me, right?”

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.

The shaft has completely changed. It’s bigger, wider, and on the sides are what look like folded ribbons. In jellyfish terms, my shaft is the oral arm, and the head is the umbrella.

I’ve learned thunderstorms— rain for the most part— are an aphrodisiac to saltwater crocodiles and can trigger a mating response.

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

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.

I want to call him a pussy, but I wouldn’t dare insult something I love to eat.

“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.”

So my mate has a soft spot for animals. That makes my gift-giving a little trickier unless I keep them alive and give them to her as pets. Yes, yes, that. I bet she would love a bear cub— something soft and cuddly. No, actually. I don’t like that idea. It would want her time, invade her space, and take all attention away from me. Never mind. I’ll be her pet.

Unable to stop myself, I suck the ruined cotton into my mouth. Her blood soaks my tongue and I whimper, falling onto my back. I bite into the tampon, sucking hard to get every drop out. The red fluid is like the finest liquor, drugging me, changing my fucking DNA all over again.

shred the toilet paper with my claws surrounding my snack. 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.

“I came to life for you, Beloved, My Sweet Mate. Your gargoyle will always fuck you when you are in need.”

“Fuck, you take this cock so good in your sleep, Mickey. You are mine. You belong to me, but you know that, don’t you? It’s why you found me. You know I’m more than a voice in your head.”

Growling deep within my chest, I apply more of my weight to her body to keep her still, plunging my cock into her soaking wet cunt while I suck the birth control from her arm. I finally feel it, like a small skinny twig, and I snag it between my teeth. I pull it free and grab it with my fingers so I can get a good look at it. “This little contraption was going to stop me from putting my child in you?” I scoff, snapping it in two between my thumb and index finger. “Nothing will fucking stop me.”

I stare at her throat where my bite is, another scar to add to her collection, the only scar that should exist on her body. It hits me as my knot deflates. 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. And if we can only have our life when she is sleepwalking, then I will gladly live my nights filling her pretty cunt under the stars.

“Is this what I have to do to shut you up, Mickey? Do I need to fuck this pretty mouth? Do you know how hard it has been to be stone throughout the day and not see you? But now we are mated, and I can come have you any time I fucking want.”

replaced with a toothy grin. He waves his fingers. “Tootles, Rocky.” “Rocky?” He blinks at me, then eyes me up and down. “Duh, dude. You’re made of stone. What else would I call you?” “Rhett. My name is Rhett.” He crinkles his nose. “I don’t like it. It sounds so human. Rocky is better. See ya later, Sidewalk.”

“You can’t. I’m on birth control. Just fuck me already,” I seethe through tight teeth. A dark, sardonic chuckle shakes his body. He lifts my arm, eyeing where my implant is. “You mean the small stick that kept your body free of me? I took that out.” His tail wraps tighter around my throat and his fangs flash in the window. “Nothing will keep me from you. Nothing will stop me from knotting you, binding you to me, tying you to me in ways only we can understand. Your womb, your pleasure, your body—” he slides his hand up to the middle of my chest and presses it flat. “And your heart are mine.”

“Come for me just like you did when you were asleep, Mickey. You couldn’t get enough of my cock. If you only knew the things I did to you. You wouldn’t be here right now, spreading your legs like my good little slut.”

“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.”

“Read the fucking room, Graveyard,” Rhett sneers. “This isn’t the time.”

Maybe make you tea bags, bloody ice cubes, popsicles…”