Little Shock of Hate (Creature Cafe, #4)

by Clio Evans

“No, sir, that’s not what I agreed to. If you want a bitch that will obey you without question, you should have gone to the pet center. I’m here for a date, not to be commanded.”

“I want a mate. Someone who will let me do to them as I please. Someone that will serve me, give into me, love me. I will vow to care for them eternally. They will never have to work another day in their life. They will be able to buy whatever they want, eat whatever they want, travel to wherever they want so long as I am by their side.”

“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.” Fuck. “I’m not a good man, Noah. But I will take care of you. You’re alone in this world, and so am I. I’m tired of being alone.”

“Do you give yourself to me now?” “Yes. God damn it. Yes. Please don’t fuck anyone else like that again.” “Did I upset you?” he whispered. “I felt jealous,” I admitted weakly. “Jealous because I was touching her and not you.” “Yes.”

“You ever been with a monster, little prince?” “No,” Noah moaned. “You’re my first.” “And your last,” I growled as I thrust into him. His scream ripped through the club, and I watched the crowd’s feral reaction. He had spurned an orgy, and I watched it unfold as I plunged in and out of him. “Eyes up, my dark prince,” I whispered. “Look at all the beautiful chaos you’ve caused.”

Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut as bliss overtook me. I loved this, even though I protested and was sore. Being taken this way, being fucked…

It wasn’t every day a guy was tag teamed by a demon and a gargoyle and then served breakfast in bed.