Chapter 45 My Beautiful Monster
MY BEAUTIFUL MONSTER
VALE
“Hey there, lovely one. Miss me?”
There’s a familiar demon holding me in his arms. Water droplets drip down, rivulets sliding down over his broad, muscled chest. His eyes are completely black, sclera and all, just like his skin, and the long hair that slides down his back.
This monster disappears into the shadows, becomes one with them. He’s a predator, a corrupter.
“Oliver?” I say, eyes wide as my heart beats frantically.
The demon shakes his head with a sadistic smile. “You know exactly who I am. Remember me,” he growls and there’s a golden light behind the darkness in his eyes, but it can’t quite break free.
Tears fill my eyes as dreams play out in my head. I’d dreamed of this demon since I was a little girl. He was never like this though. Now he stands here, hands on hips, completely naked, his wings sitting close to his back. The beast is so tall, so broad and beautiful. He always had been.
“The biggest, baddest monster of them all. My beautiful monster, my Ashmodai,” I say when the tears spill. “I thought I made you up.”
One of the reasons I’d believed my father was right, that I had a demon living inside me, was because of this creature, this demon who lived in my dreams. It’d been easy to believe because I did have a demon inside me, Ashmodai.
He was always there, my hero who fought the nightmares when I was a child.
The beast who held me in his arms when I was a confused thirteen-year-old, wondering why I was so different from everyone else.
Then it was the beast who took me so selfishly in the rain on the platform wearing Oliver’s face.
It took a couple days to understand Oliver had another side, a monster, but I didn’t know he was my monster too.
I try to wrap my arms around his neck, but he has to lean down. He’s probably seven feet tall. “I remember you. Were you really there?”
“I was. I am him, and he is me. Though we are separate,” he explains, and it’s hard to make sense of what he’s saying.
“I remember, Ash. Why didn’t you tell me who you were? Why? You know I love you. I always have.” The love I had for him was not a romantic love, but he is Oliver, and Oliver is Ash. I knew exactly who he was. I knew the monster because he had been my friend, and now he’s my mate.
“Your Oliver doesn’t know how to enter dreams. He wouldn’t understand why I was there. Vale, you called me to you, in your dreams. When I felt you in the world, I had to get to you the only way I knew how. I had to. There was no choice.”
“How can you enter my dreams if Oliver can’t?”
“We may be the same, but we’re split. Two different consciousnesses. We shouldn’t be this way, Vale. We should’ve never been this way.”
He’s so much bigger like this, but I manage to lift my lips to his. This precious being who saved me from the nightmares. They’ve been there, waiting, all along. He found me. “I’ve missed you, Ash,” I say, and it’s the truth. As I aged, he’d come to me less and less often.
He lifts me easily, like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I slide my fingers into his hair as he steps out of the en suite. I press my lips against his, feeling his energy pulsing against mine. I feel power radiating from within him.
He sinks to his knees in front of an unlit fireplace, but when he snaps his fingers, flames grow from within.
His skin glows in the firelight, and the world around us fades.
He sits back on his knees, studying me as I study him.
I swallow nervously before I spread my legs wide.
I give him a good view. I’m throbbing again, though I’m just as scared as I am aroused.
This massive demon is about to make me his.
Ash continues to watch me, his great wings rising, then flinging out behind him.
Droplets from the bath sling out into the air and glitter like stardust. He’s magic.
His shoulders are broad, his body so much larger than Oliver’s human form.
His cock stands straight up between his legs, dripping fluid from the slit. I bite my lip as I take him all in.
“I’ve watched him with you all night, but it’s my fucking turn with our mate. It’s my turn to love you,” he growls and it makes me smile. “Spread your pussy open,” he demands, his voice much lower, more gravelly, and more accented than Oliver’s.
I spread my legs wider, then place my hands on each side, using my fingers to open myself up. “Is this good?”
“You’re so swollen. Are you sore, sweetheart?”
“No, I’m not sore. I’m ready for you.” I run one finger up over my clit and shiver. “Will my beautiful monster touch me?” If I was a sane woman, maybe I’d be afraid of him, but I wasn’t. I wanted him.
He grabs my ass in both hands and lifts my center up to his mouth. “Hold your cunt open. I’m going to feed,” he growls against my center. I scramble awkwardly to do as he asks.
His tongue is thick and almost rough as he brushes it over my clit. My hips shake in his huge hands as he supports my weight. He sucks my clit into his mouth, pulsing his tongue over it. Then his sharp teeth take over. I scream when they sink shallowly into my oversensitive flesh.
I come undone. I’m coming already when he chuckles against my hot core.
Then he thrusts his tongue deep inside me.
His tongue curls upward, pressing against my G-spot.
I scream, the pleasure ratcheting up so great I see stars.
I’m going to faint. I’m dripping into his mouth.
He groans as his fangs tear the sensitive skin of my pussy again. My hips jerk against his mouth.
“Damn, damn, damn!” How does he make that feel so good?
“You taste like heaven, everything I’ve always been denied.”
When I come down from my orgasm, he drops my hips to the floor. I didn’t expect this. How could I? He was supposed to be a dream. He’s spectacular, otherworldly, and very fucking real. He’s going to fuck me to death tonight. I’ll die a happy woman.
“If I fuck you to death, I won’t get to come play again. No baby, I won’t hurt you anymore than your body can take. I’ll take you to the edge though. I’ll make you beg for it.” He smiles and those eyes fill with such promising heat.
“I don’t long for death. I long for you. Tell me you want me.”
Once again, my monster lifts my hips, but this time he comes forward. He’s kneeling between my open thighs. Close enough to slide inside me, but he doesn’t.
He grabs his cock in one massive fist and strokes it, smirking. “I want you. I want to fill you up. Do you think you can take me?” He angles the tip at my entrance so I feel the size of him.
I study Ash, he’s much larger everywhere and that includes his cock.
It’s much thicker than Oliver in his human form, but I’m so, so wet and dripping, surely I can take it all.
I want to take it all. I don’t care if it hurts.
I’m being drawn into a lush haze where all I see is visions of sexual decadence and surrender.
“Ease it inside, be gentle, and I’ll take it all,” I say, though I have doubts.
He drags my body against the rug, jerking me closer.
It burns the skin on my back, but I don’t care.
None of it matters. I tilt my hips back as he lines us up, then smile up at him as he focuses his attention where his cock head is currently dipping into me.
Ash’s eyes are at half-mast when he thrusts in.
I moan even though the stretch of him burns.
Thankfully it doesn’t hurt, not yet anyway.
“I want to force it inside you. I want to make you bleed around me. I want to make you scream for your pretty boy to save you. I want the inside of your thighs to be black and fucking blue,” he growls as he sinks deeper.
I shouldn’t trust this demon because he does want to hurt me.
His words sound like threats, and it makes me worry if some part of Oliver wants to destroy me.
I wonder if it's because he really is a monster after all.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “Is that what you want? I want you to love me.”
He looks up and for a moment he disappears into the darkness around us. It envelops him, hiding him. The same way it clings to Oliver; in the end, they’re the same person. I wish I knew how they split into two parts. I wish I could piece them back together.
His eyes glow with golden fire, pulsating through the darkness, and it's the first part of him that reappears. “I’m supposed to be the monster, Vale. I’m supposed to be evil.
You know this already. That’s who he thinks I am, and therefore I am.
I’ve taken on his views. I’m the aggressor, the bad one. ”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe that. You’re not. You’re the same. You look at me just like he does. You love me.”
“You’re the only being I’ve ever loved,” he growls as his hips press farther, and I wince. He feels impossible to take. “I waited so long for you to come back to me. My love has never faltered, I swear it.”
His words are strange. They make me feel dizzy, and I have to close my eyes as I try to flee from the images his words create in my head.
I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to remember.
When he sinks farther inside, stretching me wide, taking my breath away, the images start to fade.
I breathe around the stretch as he works inside, making me forget what he said altogether.
I refuse to think about anything other than how good this is.
“If you love me, then you’d never hurt me. I know you won’t hurt me. I’m your mate. You know that, right? You feel it the same as I do.”
He lifts over me, pressing down against me, and my breasts smash against his muscular chest. My hips arch upward as my legs are propped over his thick muscular thighs. He’s all hardness to my softness. He feels so heavy, so dark, and so right. My beautiful monster.