Monster’s Pet (Monsters In the Bed #2) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Monsters In the Bed Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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“And one of you ended up in New York murdering their way through innocent civilians?”

“Every mission has its perversion,” Order purrs.

The word perversion feels so very right. What we are doing, he and I, that is a perversion. But perhaps perversions aren’t always wrong. It feels natural and right to crave the big, thick, dominating cock of Order.

His hands are all over me, caressing me, teasing me. Two of them cup my cheeks and spank me lightly.

“I missed you.”

My eyes close. I want so badly to surrender to this, but I am here to try to find Sally. I’m not here to get laid. I’m not here to….

“I missed you too,” I admit.

I more than missed him. I craved him. I touched myself night after night remembering what we did when we were together. Since I met him, my sexuality has been spider.

I spread my legs at the urging of his lower hands, two palms holding me firmly and dominantly open for the mutant master who is laying me down and claiming me.

I let out a long, low sigh as his cock slides back into me, my flesh welcoming him like a familiar lover.

“Fuck yes,” I whisper under my breath, my hips riding forward immediately. I am lying on the floor, on a very soft teal rug, and Order is looming over me, holding his much bigger body over mine with six muscular arms. He is trying to go slow this time. But I don’t want to go slow. I want to be fucked.

“Wriggly little pet,” he purrs. “You move a lot when you are not restrained by silk.”

It’s true. I can barely contain myself as I squirm on his cock, my body greedy for his thrusting, which he is absolutely refusing. The more I try to thrust up onto him, the stiller his powerful hips become. He is showing me silently that I will not always have my way. I suspect with him, I will never have my way.

“Stay still,” he growls down at me. “Or I will make you stay still.”

“Why?” I whine the question.

“Because I said so,” he replies. “Because you are my human fuck pet, and you will do as I say.”

I feel my inner walls grip him even more tightly, clenching in response to his growly words. He can’t keep me still. It’s not possible.

He kisses me on the neck, sucking lightly on my flesh. I feel a slight prick, and then a warm sensation seeping through my body. I feel myself stilling slowly, my muscles feeling as though they are softening somehow.

“What is…”

“I gave you a little of my venom,” he tells me. “It will not hurt you, but it will make you more pliable and less of a wriggly pet.”

“You drugged me,” I mumble.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I whimper. My mind is still very much clear, and I am still absolutely horny as hell. The venom is more like a shot of a very particular kind of alcohol, or a recreational drug which of course I would not indulge in, but this doesn’t count.

Order chuckles and proceeds to fuck me long, and slow, and hard. The venom slows the pleasure and my reactions, but also intensifies the sensations. I feel every little motion of his cock as it slides in and out of my pussy, I feel the stretching and the claiming, the ownership and the dominion over me.

I also feel myself submitting, finally, to his will, and discovering that when I do that, it feels even better. This is a filthy creature who knows very well what to do with me and my body.

Order uses me like a floppy fuck doll, taking his time with me, exploring every bit of me and giving me climax after climax, each of which rolls through me as though I am a warm and gooey ocean, a creature designed to do nothing other than fuck and come.

“You’re mine,” he tells me. “You’re my perfect little pet. I will never let you go, Tessie. I will never let you go.”

Hours pass, orgasms fade, and the very real possibility that something like this happened to Sally establishes itself. Maybe she was simply taken by the monster who fucked her. Maybe she’s living her best life somewhere. And maybe she hasn’t returned any calls because she doesn’t want to.

“Is this what Justice did? Did he capture Sally? Is he holding her somewhere?”

“That is not my business, or yours.”

“It’s literally my job,” I tell him. I am much smaller than he is and it does feel a little hopeless trying to intimidate him, but I have the power of the Metropolitan police behind me.

“You can’t keep me,” I tell him. “For one, they will come looking for me, and they won’t come with NYPD. My cell phone will have been pinging all along this route. It will lead them right here. They’ll bring the FBI in for sure. If you really want to remain hidden, you have to let me go.”


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