Monster's Heart (Blackthorn Academy for Supernaturals Book 13)

Chapter 9

Amrin

I pacedthe floor outside the headmistress’ office, waiting for Sten.

I could not believe my eyes when he’d come flying out of nowhere to pummel that jerk Gunner. I meant that too. It was like he’d literally come from the shadows to defend my honor.

One part of me was ridiculously flattered, turned on even by his possessive display. Another couldn’t help but wonder where the hell he’d come from.

How did he know I was there?

I mean, I was late leaving the workshop on Charms Potions because I’d fallen asleep during the lecture, and Professor Wainwright was none too happy with me.

Even if I had slept during the night, which I admittedly did not, the thick glasses-wearing Witch was boring as fuck. My insomnia was getting worse, though. And lately, I’d been thinking I needed to see a doctor. In fact, I’d called one that I trusted earlier that morning.

Dr. Margot Childs was a friend of the family, and someone I trusted ever since I’d gotten my first period at the ripe old age of fourteen. It was pretty late for the women in my family, and I’d always been the odd duck out. She’d been fantastic, taking the time to talk to me and discuss how everyone was different and I was not the freak my sisters made me out to be.

Ever since, Dr. Childs was one of my favorite people. She was the only one from back home who did not act like I was a mistake. Old hurts threatened to rise, but I pushed them down. I was tired and out of sorts, eager to see Sten.

What was Headmistress Blackthorn talking to them about for so long?

I looked through my phone as I paced, setting up my appointment with Dr. Childs in my calendar. She’d finally gotten back to me about my concern over my sleepless nights right after Wainwright’s class. But with Sten and Gunner going at each other like, well, like Monsters, I forgot to add it.

She was coming to the Academy for the Spring Equinox festival, and I was supposed to see her for a few minutes to pick up some supplements. My fingers hovered over the calendar, and I sucked in a breath. The full moon was the same day as the Spring Equinox. That was exceedingly rare and surprising. Magic would be strong that day, and I bit my lip, anxious for it to be here already.

The doors to the headmistress’ office opened, and I turned to see Gunner exit first. He glared at me as he walked past, but I ignored him, used to the stupid Werewolf’s behavior. I didn’t know why he hated me, but he did. As far as I was concerned, that was his problem, not mine. A few minutes later, Sten stepped out of the double doors.

My mouth went dry. He didn’t seem to see me at first, and I took a moment to simply look at him. His black hair was shaggy around his face, his features were chiseled as if by some master, like the David, which was the only real sculpture I knew of. Sten was perfection. And if I knew what passed for supernatural works of art, I was sure he would be even better looking.

He had four horns protruding from his head, two spiraled upward toward the heavens, and the other two were rounded down, like a ram’s. Pointed ears, pouty lips, high cheekbones, and a gloriously stubborn chin. His eyes glowed cobalt blue, while his skin varied in shades from cerulean to navy. But what I really loved was the subtle air of power that seemed to cover him like a blanket.

I still had no idea what he was, his species or subspecies, but I knew he was muting his importance, subduing his powers by some means or other. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I felt it, and for the first time, I felt something else.

“Ah.” I gasped out loud, clutching my chest with one hand as something sizzled inside my chest. Black dots danced behind my closed eyelids, and I felt tears spill down my face as I tried to breathe through the sudden burning inside.

“Luna?” Sten raced toward me, catching me before I could hit the ground.

I opened my eyes, my vision clouded, and that burning sensation dipped lower, to my belly, and lower still, to my core.

Oh fuck.

What was happening to me?

Electricity seemed to crackle in the air around us, and blue sparks erupted from my fingers, like I was a human firework. I gasped again, trying to move out of his arms so I did not hurt him, but Sten didn’t seem concerned. He held me tighter.

“What is it?” I thought I heard the headmistress ask, but I could not make heads or tails of it.

I did not have to. Sten answered for me.

“Mine,” he growled, eyes bright.

“Menon—Sten, you must be sure.”

“I am sure. She is mine,” he growled and took off, me bundled in his arms.

“Sten,” I whimpered.

The burning in my center was so damn hot, I thought I might die from it. It was like having pins and needles all over my body. A feeling of utter desperation filled me, I needed—well, I didn’t know what I needed, but it was something.

“I got you,” he whispered, and I trusted him.

I had no reason not to trust the man carrying me like I weighed nothing, so I did. Too far gone to care that I was not one of those skinny girls who was used to being picked up princess style. I knew what I was, and since he was the one holding me, Sten did, too.

For the first time in my life, I felt petite and cherished. His chest reverberated with his growl and the lavender and spice scent of him increased, filling my nostrils, and making me want. We’d spent almost every day together over the last two weeks, and I trusted Sten more than I did most people I’d known all my life.

I was vaguely aware of trees blurring past us, even though I would have sworn I saw Sten grab onto a shadow coming from the window, as if it had substance, as if it were real and wrap us in it. Like we were wearing a blanket of darkness. But I didn’t mind it. I was not afraid of the dark.

In fact, I craved it.

“Sten,” I whimpered his name.

I actually fucking whimpered. But I needed something, and I was beyond reasoning. Plus, I had a feeling only he could give it to me.

His rumbling grew louder, and sooner than expected, we were in his room. He dropped me on his bed, following me down. His lips crashed into mine, the intense heat I felt eclipsed, and I moaned.

Fuck.

This felt good. It felt right.

But when I went to clutch him to me, he resisted. Sten braced himself on all fours, hovering over me.

I should have been scared of him, the way he seemed suspended in the air like some beautiful blue god. But I wasn’t scared. I was needy. I wanted him for my own.

“You must be sure, Luna. Once I do this, it cannot be undone.”

He was speaking in riddles, but I didn’t care. Electricity sizzled like tiny bolts of lightning flashing between us. His hair moved like there was a breeze in the room only he could feel, and I wondered if that was power.

Was that magic?

I had so little myself, but I felt it then. Power blooming inside of me, wanting to break through whatever veil it was stuck behind.

“What will it be, Luna? Will you let me have you?” he asked. His voice was so deep and impossibly sexy. I felt it curl around my body like hands, or maybe that was his tail.

I flexed my hips unconsciously, wanting to feel him. I nodded. Yes, he could have me. He could have all of me. Especially if that meant I could have him, too.

Now.

Right now.

“Words, Luna. Tell me,” he growled.

“Yes, Sten. You can have me,” I said, and moaned as he crashed down onto me without ceremony.

His mouth was hard and demanding, opening mine as he plunged his tongue in deep, so deep. I needed more, wanted more.

I grabbed his shirt, tugging on the hem, and he understood, parting our lips just enough to pull it over his head. Doing the same with my clothes between kisses, gasps, and growls. His heated skin felt delicious against mine.

I looked down, fixated by the way we fit together. He was not inside me yet, but I felt his nakedness, and that thick, long, heavy piece of him between my thighs.

“Fuck, Luna, need to see,” he grunted, palming my breasts, and licking them both before kneeling between my splayed legs.

I felt so vulnerable. Bared beneath his cerulean stare, my fleshy bits completely exposed, but he must have liked it because I saw nothing but heat in his gaze as he traced my body with his gaze.

Sten growled, pressing my knees further apart till it was almost painful, then he moved his attentions, using his long hands to spread my nether lips.

I yelled, and squirmed, I couldn’t help it. No man had ever touched me there before, and he wasn’t just touching me. He was staring at me.

Staring. At. Me.

There.

Like my pussy was something beautiful.

Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, he leaned forward, like he was hypnotized by my sex, and I whimpered. I had read plenty about sex, even touched myself a few times. But that was nothing compared to this.

“So wet for me, Luna. I can see your honey glistening on your pretty pink lips. I can’t wait, I have to taste you,” he growled, and yes, I wanted him to.

I tried to move my hips, but he held me down firmly in place, grinning wickedly as his enormously lengthy tongue snaked out of his mouth. He licked me from my forbidden hole to my clit with one languorously long swipe, sending jolts of pleasure skyrocketing through me.

“So sweet, Luna,” he growled. “Hot and wet and sweet. Mine,” he said, licking me a few more times before rising back to his knees.

I watched as he palmed his enormous cock. It was so big and thick with veins and ridges. As he worked himself, I noticed a ring around the base; it thickened and grew, fleshy spikes forming along it like some sort of crown, with two very long spikes just below his pubis.

“Wanted to go slow, but I don’t think I can,” he growled, notching his head right at my sopping wet entrance.

“This is it, Luna. No going back. Now, you are mine,” he snarled, and in one hard thrust filled me to the brim.

I was so wet and slick, so primed for him, I didn’t expect the pain. But I was wrong.

I screamed, loud, and Sten froze above me, his breathing ragged.

“Fuck! How the fuck? You should have told me,” he grunted, pulling out and sliding his hand between us.

When he pulled it back up, I saw red and something else glistening on his fingers. The shock on his face was clear, but it was the unmistakable heat that really got me. I mean, fuck, maybe I should have told him, but my body was mine, and no one had the right to decide what to do with it besides me.

“I’m your first,” he said again, disbelief turning into something darker. Something that sounded very much like possession.

His eyes widened, then he took his fingers, still coated in our combined essence and my virgin blood, and he dipped them into his mouth, groaning at what he found there. That was completely unexpected, but even stranger, I felt more wetness pool between my legs as I watched him lick his fingers clean.

“Yes, you’re my first, Sten. Please, don’t stop,” I begged, needing him to finish what we started together.

“Stop? I couldn’t stop now if I tried, Luna. Mine,” he growled, then he started moving.

His dick pulsed and heated, stretching my walls. I didn’t know anything about sex, but I was pretty sure normal dicks didn’t do what he was doing. I felt those fleshy spikes around the base of his cock moving. Like fingers, they grew, strumming my folds until it felt like two of them found my clit.

“Oh, my fucking gods,” I moaned as Sten moved deeper.

His big dick was stroking me just right, filling me so damn much I could taste it in the back of my throat.

Lavender and spice, and him.

All him.

Only him.

Those clever appendages rubbed and twirled, massaging my needy little button, and tipping me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Luna, your pussy is gripping me so tight. You’re gonna suck my cum right from my balls, aren’t you? Yes, you are. My Luna. Mine,” he growled, cupping one hand behind my neck and pressing his mouth to mine.

Yes, god yes. I loved it when he talked dirty to me almost as much as I loved it when he kissed me. I didn’t want to close my eyes, fearing I’d miss something, but I could not help it. The feelings he conjured on my body were just so intense. I mean, I’d given myself orgasms before, but nothing had ever felt like this. And when my body tightened, and that somewhat familiar feeling of pleasure began to hum in my veins, there was nothing I could do to stop it or fight it, even though I was pretty sure it was going to wreck me. All I could do was hold on and let Sten guide me. So, I did.

“That’s it, Luna. Come for me. Come all over my cock,” he grunted.

His thrusts were growing jerky even as those clever little spikes kept tugging and squeezing on my clit. I felt another one just then, a slick little prong teasing my back entrance, pressing through the first tight ring, and that was when I lost it.

My Monster tutor had just taken my virginity in more ways than one, and as I came apart, screaming his name into the darkness, I knew my life was never going to be the same.

What I didn’t know was that my magic, long dormant, was going to come speeding into my veins like a runaway freight train.

“Sten!” I yelled, unable to stop the flow of magic as it flew from my fingertips, wrapping around us tightly.

“Hold on, Luna. I got you,” he grunted.

I watched him in awe, my body still reeling as little orgasmic aftershocks rolled through me.

Sten tossed his head back as he let go of himself, roaring loudly as he loosed hot ropes of cum, filling me to the max. It took a while for us to stop twitching, but when he did, Sten looked down at me, eyes glowing, and my heart just stopped.

He. Was. Beautiful.