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.

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. The beast I was created to be.

Hundreds of long skinny tentacles surround my cock. They sting too.

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. In my case, I become blinded with lust, and nothing else matters except mating.

Mate. Mine. Beloved. Fated.

I could die right here and find peace. The option brings me relief. It’s an option I shouldn’t think about, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about death more than once a day.

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

I’m seeing her in her barest, most vulnerable moment. And I’ve never seen a woman more stunning.

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

She’s so sweet and good at her job. This is why she needs me. Sweet won’t pay the bills.

“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.”

Don’t let him ever stop you from doing anything, even crying, even screaming. You let it out, but you let your laughter and happiness be the loudest so that son of a bitch can hear you from Hell.”

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.

She unwraps the rope and drops her fingers down into the water, splashing her fingers on the surface. “Here crocodile, crocodile, crocodile,” my mate calls, ending with a whistle as if I’m some cat or dog.

I’m a sick fuck.

My curious hands travel up her body, cupping her small tits. I was right. They fit perfectly in my palms.

“You can’t take all of me yet, but you will, won’t you? You’ll be greedy for every fucking inch of me.”

“Look how fucking pretty you are on your knees for me.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Something snags me by the ankle and yanks me across the floor. “I’m desperate for you, Beloved. Every craving I have, only you can sate.”

“No matter where you are, I’ll find you. You belong to me, Mickey. I’ll always be in your head.” His finger taps on my temple. “I’ll always be in your heart.” The same digit slides down my chest causing me to inhale sharply. “And you better believe I’ll always be inside you.” I gasp when his hand cups my pussy before two fingers slip inside me.

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?

“I’m going to hunt him down and bring you his body. I’m going to kill him in your name, for your name, and we will fuck in his blood to celebrate our victory.”

With someone I trust, with someone who will allow me to control the situation, I want to be forced.

I take the opportunity to run, but he grabs me by the back of the neck and throws me on the bed. I go to open my mouth to yell at him. Before I can speak though, his cock fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat. A cock I can’t see.

“Is this what I have to do to shut you up, Mickey? Do I need to fuck this pretty mouth?

“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.”

“You love being fucked by what you can’t see.”

My eyes fall shut and I know when I wake up, this will all have been a dream and I’ll have no reason to believe a ghost fucked me.

Oh, my mate is mad. It’s so cute.

“You’re not the monster that hurts me but the one who slaughters for me.”

“I know what you are,” I repeat, sighing as the ache in my back disappears. “And I love you anyway.”

“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.”

I press the flat side of the blade against my tongue, licking the blood from the metal. The moan that escapes me is loud. I flip the knife over, cleaning the other side. “Fuck, My Brave Little Flower. You taste so good. How will I ever get enough of you?”

She is broken by evil, and she’ll be put back together by sin.

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

If anyone were to look up and through the windows, they would see her pretty cunt on display.

“You’re so wet for me, Mickey. Your cunt is so tight, hugging my cock, taking it like a good fucking girl.” He pins my wrists above my head again, curling his hips to find a way deeper.

My head is yanked back by my hair. He shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me gag.

I’m awakened by the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, birds chirping in the trees, and her pussy wrapped around my cock.

“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.”

“You shifted into your crocodile? If I remember correctly.” “I death-rolled that mother fucker until he couldn’t breathe.”

We soar through the sky, the night sky beautiful and twinkling millions of stars. “I wish I could grab one for you.” “Why?” I ask. “To prove your light is so much brighter.”