Monsters Under Mistletoe

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

T he sheets were the softest Holly had ever slept on, the pillow a firm cloud for her head. First thing she was doing when she settled into Silverwood with the rest of the pack was tossing her mattress and buying a new one.

The rumble in her stomach was normal, and she ignored it for now. She woke up hungry often enough but needed to give herself a bit more time awake before she ate anything. Maybe she would—

A pulse echoed up her body, a needy want that pulled her fully out of sleep.

The coffee shop, meeting Thorne, her heat, everything rushed back in a wave. Following Thorne around the coffee bar and through the back room to the stairs that led to the private entrance of his home. They’d barely made it through the door before she was on him, testing his skin with her claws as she shredded off his apron. The sight of him in just that jockstrap was burned into her brain, and Holly remembered snapping that band off with a fang.

The rest of the night was a hazy, heated set of memories that flitted in and out, her body responding to each of them. Thorne had met her round for round, milking all the pleasure out of her over and over before she finally drifted off to sleep.

Seriously. She’d be singing praises of the incubus for years to come with how he managed her appetite.

Which was coming back to life. Not as hurried as it usually did, but Holly only had a few minutes before she’d be out of her mind with want again.

Speaking of which, she turned over in bed, blinking her eyes open to see Thorne stretched out beside her. He was on his stomach, his wings a blanket over the bed, one of them tucked over and around her in a comforting hold. He was still asleep, and Holly carefully wiggled out from under his wing to stand on the side of the bed and take in the entire sight.

He had a beautifully kept room: black sheets that complemented the red undertone of his skin perfectly, plush gray carpet under her feet, and various decorations over the walls. On the ceiling above the bed was a mirror—a shock until she recalled the night before, watching his wings beat against the mattress as he rode her hard. His hips flexing, the muscles of his back dancing, even the twitch of his tail as it wrapped around her thigh and held her open for him.

Maybe the mirror placement wasn’t so bad after all.

Slick built between her thighs, her breasts aching and heavy as she considered the man in front of her. He was still sleeping, his breathing slow and deep, his entire body boneless against the sheets, and she wanted to play.

Would it be too much?

The base of his tail caught her attention, and a soft brush of her fingers along the tendon was a good test. His skin was a little cool, the room comfortable despite the frost outside, but his tail twitched under her touch. Carefully, she played further down, stroking the plush cheeks of his ass until she found her prize. Good thing his legs were spread or she wouldn’t have had access this easily.

His sac was a deeper red, very similar to the color of his wings and tail, a velvet dusting of almost-fur that matched the down on his wings. There was something different about his cock, she recalled. The way he’d pried her open and fucked her boneless had been wonderful, but something else was there, some kind of ridge that scraped against her and filled her perfectly.

Holly always thought she’d miss the fullness of a knot, the stretch that kept her stuffed during her heat, but there had only been wonder and satisfaction slicking through her the night before.

She wanted to learn all about her partner before she was in the throes of heat once more.

Cupping his sac, she crawled onto the bed, petting him as he grew hard. Would she be able to turn him over without waking him up? Eying the splay of his wings, how tendons and bones constructed the wide expanse before knitting into the center of his back, maybe she shouldn’t. She didn’t want to risk hurting him.

A rumbling groan filled the room. Thorne’s tail twitched against the mattress before it found and curled around her hips.

“Are you trying to tease me?” he rasped out, voice thick and deep with sleep.

“Roll over and find out.”

His tail tightened around her before the man shook himself awake. It started with his wings, the pair extending further in a massive stretch before they fluttered loose and pulled in close to his back. It was breathtaking to watch, this man moving with all the agility of a shifter as he spread out on his back, thick thighs spread around her, his head propped up against his headboard to watch her.

His cock lay in front of her, so thick it froze her breath in her throat. No wonder she hadn’t missed a knot—he didn’t need one. Reaching out, she cupped him, mapping out his impossibly wide base with her hands and curling them around, finally feeling the ridges.

They were internal, almost like the skin of his cock was a slightly padded sleeve holding in a ridged, hard center. Circling it with one hand the best she could, she tested it with a stroke. Smooth, soft skin that gave way to internal ridges that seemed to spiral up to the tip of his dick.

Angling the length away from his body, Holly met his gaze as she stroked up the side of him. Thorne was an obscene view in front of her, so carnally beautiful in a way that made her want to devour. The way he looked at her, the way he waited for her to move, how he let her explore in a way she hadn’t been able to the night before.

No, when she’d snapped his jockstrap off, he’d thrown her up against the wall and ripped a hole through her leggings wide enough to taste her. It had been unreasonably hot, Thorne not stopping until she came and only then did he slide her down the wall and right onto his cock. She’d thought the pressure had been from the angle, from the way he had her pinned.

Definitely not because the man was wielding a baseball bat.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling as her fingers danced around the plush head of his cock, her other hand holding his base and squeezing.

His hips pressed up, blocked by her elbows, and he laughed at her grin. “Good morning.”

Her gaze flicked back and forth between him and the cock in her hands as she stroked him. She wanted to watch herself stretch over this, a slow glide down until she was stuffed as full as she could be.

Her body pulsed in agreement.

“So you are playing,” he said, his hips flexing up once more. His tail flicked into view, hovering over her hands and drawing out a crack of laughter.

That agile tail of his was holding the mistletoe. It had been removed sometime in the night, but apparently hadn’t gone far and was now pointedly held over the tip of his cock.

A bead leaked from his slit, and Holly grinned as she licked it away, her first actual taste of him. Watching him, she did it again, loving the taste of him as well as the way his eyes hooded, how his tail flicked at the sheet. Another bead, another lick, another swallow. It was a wash of heat on her tongue and down her throat, a tingle left in its wake. Curious to that taste again, she sucked him into her mouth, her jaw stretching wide to keep from grazing him with her teeth.

“That’s good,” Thorne groaned, his wings shifting against the sheets as his tail dropped the greenery and slid between her legs. That tail had been busy the night before, always finding a way to enhance her pleasure, and Holly spread her thighs to give it the access it was looking for.

More of that heat spread down her tongue, the tingle lingering and growing, a suspicion beginning to form in her mind. But she didn’t pull off, didn’t want to interrupt her current meal with a question like that.

His tail played in her slick, spreading it over her lips, her folds, her clit, and up to her ass. It felt exquisite, that tail having learned a lot about her over the last hours of fucking. She couldn’t wait to see what it did when she rode him for the first time.

Thorne groaned, his wings hitting the mattress as he shifted against her. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, gathering her hair up in his fist so he could look at her. “What thoughts are making your body react that way?”

She didn’t want to answer, the weight on her tongue so incredibly perfect, but an ache in her jaw was starting to form. And no matter how much she wanted to ignore it, she didn’t want to fight the tug in her hair as Thorne demanded her attention.

“I was thinking about what your tail will do when I start riding you,” she answered before diving back onto him immediately, shoving him as far down her mouth as he would go.

It wasn’t far, to Holly’s growing frustration. She fought to get her tongue out of the way, widening and widening until he finally hit the back of her throat, her lips still not close to his base.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to come,” he said, voice and expression keen.

She smiled—as much as she could, at least, with her mouth open so wide—but Thorne shook his head.

“No, not down your throat,” he said, tugging her back off of him, “not just yet.”

“Why?” Hmm , the tingle that had been on her lips and tongue had spread, her voice vibrating the back of her mouth in a delicious way.

“Stubborn wolf.” He said it like a curse, but his expression was fond, teasing, satisfied. As if he could watch her all day.

His tail swatted at her clit, a streak of pleasure spearing up her at the impact. A haziness followed, and Holly knew what that was. She didn’t have much more time before she fell back into her heat, and now wasn’t the time to continue playing. Reluctantly, she gave his cock one last suckling kiss before she climbed up, her thighs straddling his hips, her folds gliding over that thick length of his.

It was going to feel amazing. Already, it was wonderful, so thick and hard as she spread her wetness over him, knowing it would help ease some of the stretch.

Sure, she’d taken that thing multiple times over the night, but there was no way she wouldn’t still feel it now—especially when she still held on to the little bit of clarity left.

Thorne was really watching her now, his gaze intent on her, roaming from her face down to her core, watching as she angled him perfectly for her to slide down him.

Fuck . She didn’t get far before she paused, hand on his chest to hold her while she looked down. If she weren’t a wolf shifter built for a knot, she’d never have been able to take him.

“Squeeze over me,” he rumbled, grunting when she did as he asked. A bit of tingle anchored at her entrance, traveling up her as she slid a little further down him. “That’s it, you’ll be able to take it slowly.”

His gaze was fixed on her, lips parted as he breathed through the pleasure, his jaw flexing each time she tightened around him. And each time she did, it was easier to take him, easier to stretch, a little more of him going in.

“Have something you want to share?” she asked, her mind whirling with that sneaking suspicion, leaning down enough that she could slide her tongue along his lip, licking up some of that same taste she had earlier.

Thorne answered with a quick grin. “About my toxin?” A fang pressed into his lip. “Not really.”

Laughing, she tightened over him again, moaning at how full she felt, at how hard he was. It was different, a new thread of arousal weaving up her body, a little different from the heat that was still building.

“The same toxin is in your saliva? Is that why you went down on me first?”

“Yes.” His hands fell to her hips, fingers digging in but not pushing her further. He seemed content to let her take her time. “It helps…smooth the way. Helps make my partner want this as much as I do and helps them prepare.”

“You mean, it makes them more malleable to take your thick dick?”

His eyes were sparkling when he looked at her. “Perhaps.”

Looking down between them, she had to give it to him. It did make it easier, and she’d be surprised if it wasn’t part of the reason she wasn’t already sore. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to turn some of that tease back onto him. “Does that mean with enough toxin down my throat, I could swallow you?”

His hips snapped up in response, instant and sudden and perfect . He bottomed out beautifully, Holly following him back to the mattress where he was snug and deep and wonderful inside her. She could grind just like this, and it wouldn’t take too much more to come.

“I’ve never tried that,” came a husky, raspy, almost pained response.

She blinked at him, her brain taking a bit longer to connect the dots through the haze of pleasure. “Never?”

It was a surprise, one Holly found herself pleased to learn. She liked the idea of introducing something new to the incubus under her.

“I want to.” His eyes were glassy as he looked at her, then down at where they were joined. “Oh, I want to feel you swallow me.”

“Maybe later,” she said, lifting up in a wonderful glide before stuffing herself with him once again. Oh yes . She could really get used to this. “I don’t think I could find the patience to do it now.”

He simply hummed in answer, a rumbling sound that she wanted to feel against her back. They hadn’t done that position yet—unheard of, all thing’s considered. Maybe that could come later, too.

Holly paused on her next lift, fighting with herself. That haze was coming back, the wave of her heat threatening to take over. She’d had her time, but it was right there, her nails wanting to turn to claws, her canines wanting to grow so she could sink them into Thorne.

That was weird. She couldn’t remember experiencing any mating urges with her previous heats.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Thorne arched up, wings flaring and tail wrapping around her waist to hold her still, his hand fisting in her hair and angling her to look at him. “You’re not going to be in bed with me and stuck in your head.”

Claws and fangs burst out, the haze taking over her thoughts. She wanted to throw him back down on the bed, test his strength to see if he could actually overpower her, test him to make sure he could withstand her bite.

Alarm flared, but he felt too good inside her, his tail dipping down to curl around her clit.

Thorne studied her before satisfaction crossed his face, a grin showing his own flash of fang. “That’s better.” Slowly he released his hold on her, his wings settling as he laid back against the mattress. He made a show of relaxing against the pillow, but his body was anything but. “Now ride me.”