Little Shock of Hate (Creature Cafe, #4)

by Clio Evans

Meduso snorted. “Tell me, Noah. What is it that you want out of this?” “Raunchy monster sex and potentially love,” I said blankly. It was kind of a lie— at least the order of those wishes were.

“You will still dance. But you will not dance for them, you will dance for me. You may show your body to them, but no one will ever touch you after this point unless I let them. Or they will die.”

“That’s right, my dark prince. Thrust your cock against me. Hump me, you little bastard.”