Monster Pucked (Pucking Monsters #2)

7. Marco

CHAPTER 7

MARCO

I slowly pulled back, watching my cum dribble out of Ehrokk and onto my silk bed sheets.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, knowing I’d bred him. Claimed him as mine.

If the overwhelming feeling I had for him was any indication, I was never going to be able to let Ehrokk go.

He turned onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Even though his cock had gone soft, it still strained against the metal of the cock cage.

“Daddy?” he asked sleepily as I rose from the bed.

My darling was spent.

“I’m going to clean you up now,” I said, already making my way to the ensuite.

I ran the tap, making sure the water was nice and warm before wetting a soft cotton washcloth. The gentle warmth would feel good on his poor abused hole.

I loved rough sex. I loved being dominant and doing things that would push me and the one I was with. But I also loved aftercare. It could be just as hot as sex, and my favorite way to reconnect.

Making my way back to the bed, I grabbed the key to the cock cage from my nightstand.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” I instructed, climbing onto the bed.

He parted his legs and I moved closer, gently cleaning up the mess I’d made of him with the washcloth.

Ehrokk let out a little sigh of pleasure, bringing a smile to my face.

“Does this feel good?”

“Mhm. It does.”

I finished wiping up my cum and then held up the key. “Are you ready to be released?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he said.

“Good,” I praised.

I unlocked the cock cage and carefully worked it off him. It took some patience, given how large he was, but once he was free he released a long groan. I moved all of our items off the bed.

“I’ll go get us water,” I said. “Would you like anything else? A snack? Chocolate?”

“Water and something sweet does sound nice,” he said.

He started to sit up but I shook my head quickly. “Just relax, darling. I’ll return shortly.”

I left the bedroom in a dash, appearing in front of the fridge. I poured us each a glass of cold water, pulled out a tub of chocolate ice cream from the freezer, grabbed two spoons, and darted back to Ehrokk.

He lifted his head and grinned. “Ice cream sounds perfect.”

“I thought so too. Water first, though.”

He wrinkled his nose at me, but took the glass and drained it. I did the same, despite not actually needing to drink water. Still, it was refreshing after sex.

I set our empty glasses on the side table and settled into bed next to him. Ehrokk sat up and leaned back against the mounds of pillows in front of the headboard.

“Thank you for tonight,” he said. “A lot of new experiences.”

“Any favorites?” I asked.

He blushed as I pried the lid off the ice cream, spooned out some, and held it out for him to bite.

“I’m not sure I can pick out a favorite,” he said, taking the bite. He moaned, his eyes softening. “Wow. Do you have good taste in everything?”

“I do,” I chuckled. “I’ve lived long enough to have a refined palate—which includes slice-and-bake sugar cookies, ice cream, and sexy orcs.”

He grinned as I handed him his spoon. “You’re spoiling me.”

I hope to always spoil you. A deep yearning had emerged ever since our mistletoe kiss. I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing him again.

“I like spoiling you,” I said. “Although,I can’t say this is spoiling you. It’s just taking care of you.”

His eyes widened and then he let out a hum, looking away.

Fuck. Had I said too much? Was I going too fast? My heart felt like everything about this was right for me, but what if he didn’t feel the same way?

“If I am being too much, please tell me,” I said. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He immediately shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m not used to being cared for.”

I took a bite of ice cream and felt some of my anxiety subside. Just enough for me to have hope that I wasn’t chasing him away.

At the end of the day, I had hundreds of years of romance I wanted to bring to our budding relationship. That could be overwhelming for anyone.

Ehrokk’s hands settled on my thigh. “You’re not too much, Marco. This is the best New Year's Eve I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you. It is for me, too.”

We sat there eating ice cream and decompressing from sex. I could feel the endorphins slowing, and knew his were too. I worried about sub-drop.

“Would you like to spend the night?” I asked.

“Yes.”

He didn’t even hesitate. I almost asked him if he was sure, but bit my tongue.

“I promise I won’t bite,” I teased him.

“I mean, I like it when you bite me.” He took one last bite of ice cream and then sank back with a satisfied smile. “I have a silly question.”

“No question is silly.”

“Well… would you like to go on another date?”

I lit up with excitement. “I would love that. Where to?”

“Can I surprise you?” he asked shyly.

My brows raised. I loved the idea of being surprised. “Yes,” I said. I grinned and then realized we’d polished off the whole carton of ice cream. I set it aside and leaned back next to him.

His pulse was starting to slow, which was a sign he was sleepy.

“How about we take a shower and get in bed to sleep?” I asked.

He nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

I got up and walked around the bed, holding my hand out for his. He took it, and with a tug, I pulled him to standing and led him to the bathroom.

His eyes widened as he looked at the shower and massive tub. “Wow.”

“I’m a bath man,” I said.

“I think I could become one with a bath that size. It’s like a pool. I do ice soaks sometimes after training, and occasionally hit the jacuzzi, but I don’t have one like this where I live.”

“Well, you can use mine anytime,” I chuckled.

“I’ll take you up on that. Although I think I’m too sleepy now. You’d have to drag me out.”

I opened the shower door and flipped on the hot water. I tugged him against me, drawing him down into a gentle kiss as we stepped beneath it. Water streamed down our bodies as he moaned, my touch gentle as I ran my palms over his broad chest.

I could do this every day for the rest of my life.

The thought of waking up next to him. Going to bed together. Building a life full of warmth and happiness and our dreams being realized.

That’s what I wanted.

“This is the best,” he murmured, kissing me deeper.

“I want to do it again,” I admitted.

“Me too.”

I smiled against his mouth and then reached for the soap. “We’ll talk more over coffee, perhaps?”

He nodded and we both used a generous amount of soap to wash ourselves. After another twenty minutes, we were dried off and slipping beneath fresh sheets and blankets.

I snapped my fingers and the lights went out. Ehrokk gasped, and then started to giggle.

“What?” I whispered, bewildered by his laughs.

“That was unexpected.” He rolled over in bed to face me. “Snapping your fingers like a magician.”

“I am magical.”

“You are, indeed.”

I smiled to myself. “Good night, darling.”

“Good night, Daddy.”