Mine To Devour (Monster Match season two)

11. Epilogue Enzo

Epilogue: Enzo

(One year later…)

Sunlight sparkles through the bedroom window when I wake up. Kyvian is standing there looking out at the shimmering blue lake. Edward is in his arms, and the two of them are purring, tails swishing in tune with one another.

A smile breaks across my face. I’ll never forget the first time I saw Edward and just how big he was. All those times Kyvian described him, I had expected a kitten, not this monster that can easily be the size of an adult fox. But as I stare at Edward cuddled in Kyvian’s arms, I can admit he does look tiny there.

I chuckle, causing Kyvian to turn around and face me. Just like that the first time I saw him after the club my breath catches. Kyvian is always so fucking beautiful, but he’s always prettiest in the morning sunlight. And just like that same morning we first met; he has a confident, cocky smile on his face.

“Good morning, love.” Kyvian’s purr grows louder when he spots me, making me feel like the center of his whole world—just like he’s the center of mine. Kyvian’s nostrils flare and his magenta eyes begin to glow.

I blush, knowing he’s smelling my arousal. Edward gets the memo and huffs before jumping out of Kyvian’s arms and trotting out of the room. Kyvian and I both burst into laughter.

“Poor, Edward. He can’t handle our couplings,” Kyvian says, walking over to the plush chair in our reading nook. I don’t miss the way he pauses by the mirror and eyes his glowing magenta eyes—the color proving that he’s in the presence of someone who has the ability to be his true mate.

I laugh huskily. “He knows the drill.”

Once, I thought it would be so romantic to have a fated mate. To have some magical being hand pick your perfect half. Hell, it’s still romantic, but it’s an even headier feeling knowing that this incubus, a demon of lust, who can quite literally seduce anyone, wants to spend the rest of his life loving only me.

He’s been so patient with me, but I’m done making us both wait. We haven’t been back to the club in months. The lust and arousal between us much more potent than the multiple people he fed from. He rarely even feeds from his Jewlta, but I make sure he fills it up, just in case of an emergency.

Staring at my pretty demon on the other side of the room with the sun caressing his teal skin makes me squirm. I drop my hand to my hard cock and give it a few pumps. He groans and strokes his cock in tune with me.

It’s only then do I realize we are reenacting our first night together in the kink club; with him on his throne stroking his thick cock in tune with me as I watch. The cock ring and his wedding band sparkle as he picks up speed.

He’s been so patient. I really should have done this six months ago when we got married.

Kyvian chuckles, a low seductive rumble that has my cock bobbing with excitement. “Come here, Lorenzo.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, unable to believe how much I still react to just his voice alone. “Yes, husband,” I reply with a smile, knowing how much he loves the title.

Climbing onto his lap, I don’t think I can wait anymore. I want to be his . Kyvian has given me so many gifts since we’ve met. But the things most precious to me is his trust and loyalty. In a short amount of time, I’ve learned what it feels like to be loved and love in return. I’ve learned to trust.

I guide his length to my hole, still coated with lube from our lovemaking just hours ago.

“Fuck, Enzo, love,” he hisses. “What’s the hurry?” He chuckles, breathing slowly as I sit myself on his cock until I’m fully seated.

The press of his hardness inside of me has me moaning and leaking between us. I pull his face to mine and whisper against his lips. “I’m ready, love. I want us to be mated.”

He stills, lips parting with shock.

A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Are you serious?” His voice is so damn hopeful.

Smiling back, I start to ride his cock. “I am. Tell me what to do, Kyvian.”

Unable to hold himself back, Kivian lets the arousal and lust build between us as he thrusts up into me. We make love roughly, just the way I crave. The slaps of flesh, our harsh breathing and moans are loud between us.

An aurora of swirling purple and magenta magic tendrils fills the room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp. “Kyvian. I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” he growls. “I’m going to feed from our lust. Then once I’m completely filled with us, I’m going to feed it back into you. This only works if you want to be mated to me. So be sure, pretty human. Once we do this it can’t be undone. You’ll love no one but me ever again. And I you.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ve thought of nothing but this for months,” I pant. Damn, I don’t know if I’m going to last. My cock is so hard and I can feel the love and arousal building between us. “It’s always been you, Ky, I never loved anyone the way I love you. I don’t want to. You’re mine.”

Kyvian groans, thrusting up into me harder. I grip his horns, doing everything I can to hold on and try not to come. Kyvian’s back arches and he opens his mouth. The magenta magic flows into his mouth, slipping between his pretty plush lips.

The sight is so beautiful, I’m momentarily distracted. Then, he’s yanking his lips to mine and he’s pouring the magic into my mouth as I greedily suck it down. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like breathing fresh clean air for the first time. The lust between us is rejuvenating and cool. I’m filled with all the positive feelings in the world. Joy. Giddiness. Freedom. Happiness. Love. So much love.

When I’ve inhaled all the lust that Kyvian has to give, I suck his tongue into my mouth, wanting more. Needing all of him. He continues to pound up into me and I ride him with a wild abandon. Just as suddenly, we are both moaning as I tighten around his length and he spills into me. I come between us, and Kyvian roars, his hot cum filling me.

I must have passed out, because when I open my eyes, he’s peppering me with kisses, whispering sweet endearments, and caressing me all over.

Kyvian stands, placing his clawed tipped hands under my ass and lifting me up. I place my arms around his neck, and suck a hickey against his throat, finding another way to mark him and make him mine.

Damn. I love this beautiful monster so much.

He carries me to our bed and places me on top, while he stands over me. I feel tiny, and sexy, and beautiful. He always makes me feel this way, but now I can see it reflected in our souls.

“My mate.” He places delicate kisses across my collarbones near my golden necklace.

“Mate,” I repeat.

He lifts my leg and kisses near my ankle bracelet. “My true mate.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I love you, my beautiful jewel. My Emerald Gaze.”

I cup his face. “I love you, too, Ky. My pretty, brilliant, book hoarder husband.”

He leans into my touch, eyes closed. He begins purring again, and I swear I feel it vibrating in my soul. Then he opens his eyes and peers down at me. Jewels, sparkling with happy tears, reflected in his eyes. “There’s always been something about you, Enzo.”