Little Risk of Fall (Creature Cafe, #8)

by Clio Evans

“You can feel that it’s time I find your soulmate because of your balls?”

“I have a thirsty mosquito man.”

“You can let me get close, you know. You don’t have to be the perfect architect when you’re in my arms. You can be the goofy comic artist who likes to drink hot tea and read books.”

“I’d like for us to build a home together. One that you can design however you see fit. You can design it and I will build it…” He drifted off for a moment, a faint smile twisting his lips. “In my perfect world, I get to be just like this with you whenever I want. I get to fill you with my cum and be your Daddy. I get to take care of you, pleasure you, grow together. I know you enjoy being an architect, but

it seems like you’d enjoy selling your comics. Maybe you could take some time off and try to go after your dream. I have plenty of money from over the years, so we wouldn’t have to worry.”

“I love you,” I whispered, the tears breaking free. Jasper’s eyes widened, his expression turning to shock. “Do you now?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I do,” I said, sitting up. “Fuck. I really do.” Jasper’s face softened, tears filling his eyes for a moment. “Don’t cry,” I choked, even though I already was.

“Speaking of magic,” I said, clearing my throat. “Uh…Well, so most creatures are able to develop a…mating bond of sorts. And well, I know that it’s very soon, but if you’re interested…” “Are you proposing to me already?” Alex asked. I swallowed hard and was about to launch into the full on argument as to why it would be beneficial when he bumped my kayak with his, pulling up close. “Yes,” he said. “You don’t even know everything about it,” I grumbled. Alex grinned. “Yes.”

“But what if you regret it? What if you decide you don’t want to be with me or that I’m too much or that the world of monsters isn’t for you?” “What if you decide you don’t want me?” Alex asked in return. I scoffed, scowling. “As if that could ever be the case, boy.” “Well, Daddy,” Alex said, sliding his free hand over mine. “I want this. I want whatever that means and entails. I want a future together, even if it means we might have stumbling blocks and things to figure out. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.”

“Then yes,” Alex said again. “Yes. Yes. And yes.”

“I’m not dying quietly,” I snapped. “If you think you’re going to take my mate from me and then sacrifice me to literally Lucifer without me at least saying something, you’re fucking mistaken.” “You’re still unmated,” one of them sneered. “Yeah because you had your weird monster attack us. If you hadn’t, I’d be getting pounded by my orc Daddy back at the lodge. Now, I’m in the middle of three idiotic

witches who think they’re going to do this without dying terrible deaths,” I said. The silence gave me enough of an edge to keep going. “You think the Barista will let you live?” “Our lives don’t matter. We simply exist to bring Lucifer back.” “Did he ask you to do this?” I asked, looking at the one who spoke. “Did he say ‘hey random witches— please abduct the human who’s living out their wildest sex dreams and kill him so I can come back?’” “I’m going to rip out your tongue, I think,” one of them snapped. “It’s not like I’m here to make friends with you,” I muttered, wincing as more pain began to surface.

“You can design, I will build. I’m all yours.”

“He’s like a sugar daddy except he’s a bitter tattooed Barista. With a creepy basement below the cafe.”