Found by the Lake Monster (Monstrous Matches, #1.5)

by Lillian Lark

Go find a lake monster, they said. It will be fun, they said.

The ten oddly shaped artworks of dildos would already be difficult to explain to the person unlucky enough to clean out my cozy apartment when I don’t make it out of this spooky forest. Wait. I won’t have to explain the sex toys if I’m dead. It’s all about the upsides.

The witch only knows I’m an aquatic creature that is experiencing a heat. My kind are rare and rare means valuable on the black market. The matchmaker has all my details, but she’s trusted in the rarer supernatural circles.

Does this mean I get to try out real monster cock instead of dildos? No! Bad, Amy!

This hallucination is absolutely fucking with me. I meet a monster in the woods, and he is literally breedable. I keep my snort to myself.

but I imagine that the flare of her hips would beg for my hands to grip them and I beat back my incorrigible mental ramblings.

“No problem. You can huddle into me as much as you like. I don’t mind at all.” My voice is a purr.

The playful way we interact is everything I’ve never experienced from a date. I’ve never wanted to strip someone and lick their scent off them with such need before and I’ve been with others during a heat. Amy is something special and I already know I want to keep her past this date.

When something unexplainable happens, something so out of the realm of ordinary, lean in. Be brave. Life is an adventure if you put yourself out there.

I blink. The lake monster made fresh bread for his date.

Turns out there are men that can communicate their feelings. They’re just not human. Figures.

The scent of her interest in me, our compatibility, and the heat of her thigh pressing against mine make this whole evening clear to me. I’ve found my mate.

I have a crush on a lake monster, a nix. I have a crush on Adrian,

My actions don’t make sense to me. It’s as if I want to punish her or devour her. Claim her so that she can never leave me.

Being at the right place at the right time hardly seems to be crashing it.”

He’s going to chase me down. This is definitely the best date in the history of ever.

“By all the gods and Fates, I want to lick you for hours, but I need you,” he says.

Well… that sounds kind of hot now. I blame the alien romances.

“If a lady wants to be pinned to the bed, who am I to deny her?”

“You like being filled by me, don’t you?” he asks. There’s a dark, possessive look under his disbelieving smile. “Yes,” I whisper.

She’s broken me. The tantalizing human who snuck her way into my life has broken me. I think I love her.

“Wait, you wouldn’t lay eggs in my ass, would you?” I ask.

“Sexy, sexy, Amy. I think you’re enjoying driving me crazy with how much I want you.”

“Are you trying to make me even crazier for you than I already am?” “Yes.” My tone is unapologetic.

“Fuck,” Adrian drawls. “You look like a treat like this, with your pussy on display. Like you want me to breed you.”

“I do,” I say, and I realize it’s the truth. I want to keep him, I want a part of him inside me, and I want him to breed me.

The intimacy between us through this connection is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m so blissed out and in a happy haze

“My brave, beautiful mate.” Adrian nuzzles his face into my hair.