Escaping the Friendzone (Monsters of Moonvale, #3)

by Emily Antoinette

I’m not the stressed, messy Ariana who almost broke up with the best thing that’s ever happened to her. I’m Wes’ baby girl. His to command and cherish. When I belong to my daddy, I finally feel safe to just be.

When I swipe a bead of pre-cum that’s gathered at the tip of his cock, I treat it like a delicacy and a gift, letting it coat my tongue with a soft moan. Because that’s what every moment with Wesley feels like.

tearing from his dick choking me or from the wave of emotion when looks at me like I’m the best damn thing in the universe, but either way, I blink them back and beg him with my eyes to give it to me.

“It’s almost like you want to mouth off to me so you can get in trouble, but it won’t work tonight, sweetheart. I’ve waited too long to fuck you and nothing is keeping me from being inside your little human cunt. Even bratty behavior.”

Yes, I want the thrill of taking such an enormous cock inside me, filling me like no one else can, but I also want to be able to walk tomorrow.

walking is overrated

My sense of pussy preservation is heightened in the aftermath of our last attempt.

I buck against his insistent touch, overwhelmed by the sensation and astonishment at what happened. I can’t believe he made me squirt. Again!

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize,” he growls, grabbing my thighs possessively and groaning as he stares at my pussy and the wet bedspread. “Fuck Ari, you soaking my bed as you came on my hand is one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. If you’re worried, I’ll go grab a towel and put it down for next time, but I don’t give a shit about my comforter. Not when you’re so godsdamned sexy and wet for me.”

“N-next time?” He raises a brow at my question. “You squirted the last time my cock was inside you. You squirted from my fingers. Maybe it won’t be as much, but that sweet cunt of yours sure does seem to want to gush for me, baby girl.”

“The woman that begged me to come all over her tits is worried about making a mess?” “That’s different!” As soon as the protest leaves my mouth, I realize how ridiculous I’m being. But there’s that nagging worry that society programs into people with pussies—the one that tells us our genitals are somehow shameful or gross, even though our worth is so often reduced to what’s between our legs.

“You like daddy’s fat bull cock don’t you? Feel how greedy your little cunt is, squeezing me and sucking me in. No one can fill you like daddy can.”

“Look at you, angel. You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl.”

“Turn over. On your hands and knees. Daddy wants to go deeper and see how good that pussy looks taking his cock.”

“Fuck, baby girl. You look so good, I could blow my load all over your pretty ass.”

Something primal unlocks inside me, seeing her like this—her body still on offer for me like the human sacrifices made to the ancient minotaurs. Contrary to legend, the humans came willingly, desperate to be fucked and bred by a massive beast until they were delirious with pleasure. Now it’s my turn to do the same.

“That wasn’t fucking, angel. Fucking is when I’m slamming into you so hard that you don’t know where your body ends and mine begins. I’m not a man, Ari. I’m a monster. I’m going to rut inside you like a beast and breed your tight human pussy. It’s time for daddy to take what he needs. So, I’ll ask you again. Are you ready for it?”

But this is Wesley. How could I ever worry with him? He’s the best person I know. If anything, his minotaur strength and instincts only reinforce my certainty that I’m safe with him. No, I’m not scared. I’m just as ravenous for his claiming as he is.

“Yes. I’m ready. I want it, Wes. I want my monster daddy to fuck me. I want all of you.”

“Never again. I’m not going a day without my baby girl’s pussy milking my cock dry.”

Now that I know we can do it without splitting me in two, I want this every day for the rest of my life. More than that, I want him in my life every day. How can I live like I did before, knowing that this is an option? Not just the amazing sex, but the even more incredible monster who adores me.

It feels like he’s torn my chest open and branded his name on my heart. Or maybe it’s always been written there, hidden behind layers of protection that he’s stripped away with his touch and care. All I know is that I’m utterly his.

“Can’t wait any longer. It’s coming. Time for daddy to fuck his cum into you.”

“Okay, fine, you’re amazing.” My voice grows softer. “If you’re not careful, I’ll never want to leave.” His dark eyes flare with interest. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You say something like that to a minotaur and the next thing you know you end up with all your shit moved into his lair and your ass up in the air like this at least twice a day.”

“You’re going to need some industrial strength laundry detergent to deal with those.” “Eh, I can always buy more sheets if I can’t get them clean. You’re worth it.” Ariana laughs and rolls her eyes. “Oh wow, I’m worth a new set of sheets? You really know how to make a girl feel valued.” “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a beautiful woman who takes my cock so well.”

Fuck, I love how we can go from the most intense sex of my life, to tender emotion, to silliness so seamlessly. It reinforces what I already know in my heart—we were made for each other.

Hmm, I should look into getting horn cozies. Max knits and crochets, so maybe he’d be willing to make something for them. Maybe put a pom pom on the ends to look extra cute…

Their mega meat breakfast platter is one of Doug’s favorite cheat day meals—partially because his wolf craves the protein and partially because he likes to joke that he’s eating my distant cousins when he digs into the steak. I can only hope that he won’t want to sub in minotaur for beef after he hears about me and Ariana.

“Of course I fucking love her! I’ve loved her since that very first monster meeting you came to. She’s everything to me.” He turns and looks at me. “I love you, Ari.”

“You will never be a burden. I’ve waited my whole life to have someone to spoil and take care of.”

“You sound like you want a trophy wife or a pet. You know that’s not me, right?” “Oh, I know.” Wes chuckles and squeezes my arm. “That’s why this thing between us works—we both know that you don’t need saving. I may pretend to be your daddy, but you’re enough on your own to do anything you set your mind to. You’re brilliant, Ari. So when I say I want to spoil you, it’s because I want to help you shine even brighter.”

There’s something so primal and erotic about Ariana squirting all over me. It infuses me with pride that she trusts me enough to let go of her inhibitions.

“Hmm, it is such a pretty pussy. Such a nice, tight human hole for daddy’s bull cock.”

“You look like daddy’s perfect girl,” I say, gripping the back of her neck possessively. “Do you like it?” “I…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah. I look like a filthy slut covered in your cum, but it’s hot. Really hot.” “Told you.”

A little more musk in the spice of his normal scent, but it screams sex in the best way to my lizard brain.

I feel like I should be embarrassed, but instead I’m oddly proud of myself. Who knew kinky roleplay could help me appreciate myself more?

“Alright, dude, get your ass in the tub,” Wesley says, rolling his eyes at me. “Eww, it sounds weird when you say it to me!” I scrunch my nose in exaggerated displeasure.

“So…we’re friends, right?” Caleb asks, then takes a sip of his coffee. He sounds casual, but there’s tension in his posture. My stomach clenches with sudden nerves. “Yeah. I mean, I think so. Unless you secretly hate me and pretend to enjoy talking to me so you can get mediocre pay as my shop assistant and accountant.” He laughs, some of his messy brown hair falling into his eyes as he shakes his head. “Yes. We’re friends. Unless you secretly hate me and are only putting up with me because I’m good at doing your accounting.”

“I’m kidding. I know I put off more feral raccoon energy than hot bitch energy.” “I love raccoons!” Caleb exclaims earnestly, and I laugh even harder. “Wait, do you think raccoon shifters exist?”

NOT THE FORESHADOWING, EMILY!

A huge grin spreads across my face as I beam down at her. “Yes.” “How do you know that I’m not about to show you a cursed gem and ask you for your blood to bind its power to me?” “My answer is still yes, baby girl. Anything I have, it’s yours. Yes, I will give you my blood. Yes, I will find a way to break the curse and save you when the binding inevitably fails.” Ariana laughs as tears spill down her cheeks. I offer my hand to help her up and this time she takes it. Once we’re on even ground again, I clasp her hand and the ring box with both of mine. “Most importantly, yes, I’ll marry you.”

He kisses my thigh. “My sweet baby girl.” Another kiss further down my leg. “My clever, amazing Ari.” One more kiss right above my ankle, and then he dips his hands into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it and gives me the most heart-melting smile. “My future wife.”

“If you don’t like it, we’ll pick out a different one.” He squeezes my thighs reassuringly. I shake my head at him. “No! It’s gorgeous. I’m just surprised by how…big it is.” He snorts. “I thought you liked big.”

I’m remade by Wesley’s touch. Reawakened by his love. I was lost before that fateful, ridiculous night in the escape room, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with the minotaur who helped me find myself again.