Snapdragons (Monster Stalker #2)

by January Rayne

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. This is who I am now and the grace I had as a man, is gone. I do not care about anything other than having her as mine. She wants a protector. And I will do so much more than that. Because I am not the gentleman I was raised to be, but the monster I am meant to be.

Tears stream down his face and that’s when I notice the electricity firing in my come. Bright blue bolts of light fire within the bioluminescent spend.

A frog croaks in the distance every few seconds, adding an odd bass to the earth’s music that is soothing my broken, damaged soul.

“Such a good girl trusting your instincts. You’ll do best to remember them,” the unknown voice growls, an invisible hand stroking the soft skin between my breasts. “And you’ll tell me who did this to you. You’ll tell me who harmed my mate.” I close my eyes, relishing in the fever dream my fucked-up mind created to bring me peace. “Every single scar on you, I’ll put on him. I’ll hunt him. I’ll kill him for you. You are mine. You’ll tell me. Promise me,” he demands, but the tone doesn’t scare me. It fulfills me. “I promise,” I reply in a post-orgasmic rasp, my eyes hooding with relaxation. “You deserve to exist at the highest volume. I will make that happen.”

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. She’ll see in time that I’m the best thing for her.

My Timid Little Bloom.

“You’re okay, My Timid Little Bloom. I’ll always be with you.

“You’re doing a good job trying to better yourself. I’m proud of you, mate.”

“You’ll protect me right?” Oh, you have no idea, My Timid Little Bloom. No idea.

“I can help you. Let me give you my strength, My Timid Little Bloom.

“Good girl

“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.”

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.

“Such a good girl,” I praise,

This is even better. It saves the blood. I’ll have to always convince her to wear this for me so I can have a fix anytime I want. I shoot the blood back as if it’s alcohol, licking the inside of the cup to get every drop. When it’s clean, I toss it over my shoulder, and it lands with a soft thud against the wall. I’m feral now.

I whisper into her ear. “My name is Rhett Royals, My Timid Little Bloom. And I’ll be back tomorrow. Be ready for 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.

“I know what you are.” I graze my knuckles over his high cheekbones, then trace the large pout of his lips. “I’m a monster.” “You’re not the monster that hurts me but the one who slaughters for me.” His mouth parts in shock, and his reptilian eyes blink at me. “I know what you are,” I repeat, sighing as the ache in my back disappears. “And I love you anyway.”

My anxiety is too uncomfortable and the only thing that makes it better is looking at Mickey. I watch her. I memorize her. I obsess over her every beautiful fucking detail. She doesn’t love me like I love her. Mickey probably loves the idea of me, but my love for her? It’s more than an idea. It’s reality. It’s action. It’s a catastrophe.

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.

This isn’t about my life anymore. It’s about Mickey’s. I refuse to give her anything less than the best life possible.

She tilts her head back, moaning softly. “That feels so good. I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before.” “You’ll never have to wash your hair again now that I’m here. I enjoy taking care of you.” “Don’t make promises you won’t keep, or I’ll be very disappointed.” “I don’t make promises. I make vows. I make oaths.” I tug her head by her soapy hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “What’s the difference?” she asks, eyes closing from how relaxed she is as I wash her hair. “Promises are for children. Vows and Oaths are for the ones who put their hearts, and their lives on the line. Not even death is safe from vows and oaths. A soul is tethered to them once they are made. Break it, and I believe the soul is damned.”

I rinse her hair out, grab the loofah, and squeeze the come-ridden body wash onto it. I debate on telling her it’s tainted. I decide not to.

“Rhett. The bubbles.” I shake out of my trance, smirking. “You can’t expect me to focus when you’re standing there, wet, naked, and beautiful.” “I do because I want bubbles.” She gives me big, playful, yet somehow pouty eyes, blushing as she twists back and forth. “And I’ll always make sure you get what you want.” “Always?” “For eternity, Beloved.” I pour the bubbles in,

Her hand lands on my knee. “You aren’t a monster.” “I am,” I correct her. “I am very much a monster, Mickey. I fucked you while you were sleepwalking. I fucked your mouth while you were sleepwalking. I’ve fingerfucked you.” I grab her arm and point to where her birth control used to be. “I took that out because nothing was going to get in the way of binding you to me.” “I don’t remember you doing that.” “Because you were asleep. You wanted me when you were sleepwalking. There was one time, you came outside when I was in gargoyle form, and you fucked my stone cock. You loved it too. I knew right then, if I could only have you in your sleep, I would be happy. I burrowed under your house and watched you through small holes I created in your floor. I broke into your house and smelled the blood on your tampons.” I lean forward and growl. “And I sucked every drop from them. I pulled your cup out once too and shot it back like it was my favorite fucking drink because I am a monster. No normal man would do that.” “You’d be shocked at what normal men do,” she whispers, her voice small and distant.

“You never answered my question. What are you?” I sigh, rubbing my thumbs across her ankles. “I’m a vampire, gargoyle, crocodile, jellyfish— obviously—” “—Obviously.” I smirk. “—And ghost.”