Sasquatch’s Claiming (Mated to the Monster: Season 2)

Chapter 2

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B ernadette remembered fighting sleep, because she heard a horrible voice, but she didn’t have the power to stop it. She was terrified of closing her eyes, but then her gentle giant had come. He came to protect her, hold her and more.

She wanted that more.

And in this dream, she saw him so clearly. A huge, hulking monster out of the forest. Like an ape, but not an ape. There was a humanity in there and she was so glad he’d come to her rescue.

The dream was intense and she didn’t want to wake up, but she was pulled away and it broke her heart. She woke up, those golden, glowing eyes at the foot of her bed. She could barely make out the figure, but she knew without a doubt it was him.

All those feelings of anxiety and trepidation that weighed heavily on her in her apartment melted away. For the first time in months, she felt at peace.

Except for the unfulfilled longing.

“Bernadette,” he said softly, but his voice was deep. “Do you really want me to pleasure you?”

Maybe she was still dreaming, but she knew one thing, she did want that. Badly.

“Yes,” her voice caught in her throat.

A rumble of appreciation came from him and he moved towards the bed. His large hands circling around her thighs. She could feel the brush of fur on her skin and it made her pussy clench in anticipation, just from that simple touch.

Holy. Fuck.

She would say that this was something she would never do in her wildest dreams, except lately it was.

This was what she’d been dreaming about and this is exactly what she wanted, and she only hoped she didn’t wake up.

“So sweet,” he whispered, hot breath fanning against her thighs, making her nipples hard.

His hot, wet tongue slowly, achingly slowly, traveled up her slit. Just that teasing lick made her hips buck and her back arch. His large hands held her firmly down and in place. She was completely under his control.

This time his lick was firmer, parting her folds as he tasted her deeply. It was hot and his tongue was large and thick. She rolled her hips, urging him to tongue fuck her, but when the tip of his tongue hit her clit, she was completely lost.

“Ah fuck,” she moaned as he teased her. Edging her closer to an orgasm unlike anything she had ever felt before, building like a tight ball of tension deep in her belly.

He licked slowly up and down, before focusing little flicks against her clit.

“So sweet,” he murmured again, covering her pussy with his mouth.

He released his hold on her thighs and one large finger, bigger than any dick she’d had before, slowly entered her, moving in and out of her pussy as he circled her clit quickly with his tongue. His finger hooked, rubbing her G-spot.

“Oh shit. Coming,” she gasped.

She rode his finger and his mouth. The pleasure intensifying until she came hard and fast. Her pussy squeezing his finger. He continued licking as he slid his finger out, as if he was trying to eat up every last bit of her, and it was so fucking hot. She just wanted more and she wanted to taste him.

Even though it felt like she was completely boneless, she shimmied herself over to him and pulled him down on her bed.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

“Returning the favour.” And there was a driving need to do just that.

She pushed him down and he took up the entire bed. It was cute and slightly comical, but there would be time to laugh later.

Moving down his body, she gripped his massive cock in her fist, stroking it.

He growled, throwing his head back. “Bernadette.”

It was low and guttural as she stroked him. He was hard as a rock, but also velvety, and her pussy clenched again thinking about what it would be like to ride him.

“Just relax,” she said, licking her lips. “I want you to feel the same as I do.”

It was so hard to relax with her hand gripping his cock and the taste of her pussy on his lips. She was stroking him and it felt so fucking good. He’d been touched before, but because it was Bernadette, it felt a thousand times better.

Then her tongue touched the tip, running along under the head of his cock, and he let out a howl. One that was loud and out of his control, just instinctual.

She giggled. “I have neighbors.”

He grunted. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to.” Her gaze was locked on him as her sweet pink mouth enveloped the head of his dick, licking and sucking him as her tiny little hand stroked his length. He wanted to throw her down and bury himself in her hot little cunt, but he also didn’t want the sensation of this to stop. A coil of heat was building deep in his balls. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock gently into her mouth, wanting to go deeper but knowing he couldn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was choke his little human.

The stroking intensified and it wasn’t too long until his body stiffened and he gripped the mattress, bracing for a release.

“Going to come,” he grunted, and as his hands dug into the side of his mattress, there was the sound of tearing and a sproing of a spring releasing.

She removed her mouth and rubbed the head of his cock as he spurted all over her chest, coming until he was spent.

He lay there, his legs hanging over the side of the bed, staring at her ceiling. Bernadette crawled up the length of him.

“Did you just destroy my mattress?” she teased.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She curled against him, staring at him.

“I wished you remembered me,” he whispered.

“I’m trying. I dream of you every night.” She stifled a yawn.

“Rest. I’ll keep you safe.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, but then did as he’d said. And he revelled in this moment of holding her.

His mate.

His.

What the heck just happened?

And that was the question that was rolling around in Bernadette’s head, especially since there were two hulking arms wrapped protectively around her. The thing was, this felt right and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t feeling that horrible, gnawing, longing that was eating away at her.

It was complete satisfaction. Like her body had been missing this.

Like it needed this.

As she lay there and thought about this Sasquatch who had just eaten her out, very hazy memories flashed through her mind of a darkened club, being absolutely scared, and then him. His warmth. She felt so completely safe with him. It was like she knew him.

“Ben?” The name came to her as she snuggled closer to him.

His finger trailed down her arm. “Yes. That’s my name. I’m glad you remembered.”

“I don’t think I fully do.”

“But you know my name. That’s a start.”

“Why do I know you? Why are you in my head?” she asked.

“We’ve met before.”

Bernadette sat up and stared at the Sasquatch in her bed. He looked so adorable, filling up her tiny queen-sized bed. Not tiny for her, but definitely for him. His knees were bent over the end, his large feet resting on the floor. His huge hands had destroyed her mattress. This was something not easily forgotten.

“Why don’t I remember?” she asked.

“A spell was placed on you by my sister-in-law.”

“Why?”

He pursed his lips together in a frown. “To protect you.”

And that had a ring of truth to it. She could feel that deep in her bones, because there was a part of her that had always known monsters and other things that go bump in the night were very real. She thought it was anxiety caused by over protective parents, but maybe it was something more.

A shiver of dread ran down her spine and she stared out her balcony door, into the night. There was no moon, no streetlights. It was like the night was just a tad bit darker. Like something sinister was lurking, and briefly, her uncle passed through her thoughts. “What was after me tonight?”

“An evil demon,” Ben replied.

“Why did it want me?”

Ben shrugged. “Who knows. Netherworld beings make no sense.”

“Good thing you were here tonight.”

“I’m always nearby.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You are?”

“I’ve been watching over you for months. I’m not supposed to, I’m supposed to not bother you again, but I can’t let you go.”

Her heart melted a bit and she smiled. “I wish I could remember you.”

His face softened, those amber eyes losing just a little bit of their sparkle. “I wish you could too.”

“So…how many monsters are out there?”

“In this realm, many. We remain hidden through a veil. There were laws governing us and we just overthrew a tyrant. Those who live in this northern realm want to be able to coexist with humans, but we’re still working on that. It’s been a long time since we were able. My mother was human.”

That was shocking. “She was?”

“It’s very rare for a female Sasquatch to be born. We’ve had to resort to taking human brides.”

Bernadette cocked an eyebrow. “So, you kidnap them?”

He grinned. “Sometimes, but they never leave.”

“Why, do you keep them chained up?”

“No. They have complete freedom. My mother often went back to her hometown. The reason our human brides stay is because we know how to treat them well. Once a Sasquatch falls in love, we can’t live without our mate.”

Her heart skittered and her body froze.

Love?

Mate?

She got up from the bed slowly, wrapping the sheet around her. “Mate?”

Ben nodded, smiling, and a jolt of heat rippled through her as she keenly remembered his mouth on her pussy, licking her and making her come so hard. “I view you as my mate. I have since that day we first met.”

“The day I don’t remember,” she replied sardonically.

“Right,” he groused.

“So why haven’t you claimed me then?”

“Rules. I’m not supposed to be here, but I come here every night to watch over you. You are in danger. I can’t explain how I know, but I just feel it.” He touched his chest. “I feel it here.”

A shiver of dread ran through her, because even though she didn’t really remember Ben, she had always felt that way too. Always in danger. Maybe her parents knew it too.

A memory hit her then of that pub on the night she blacked out.

A cold tentacle reached out and grabbed her by her waist.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed, as the tentacle gripped tighter and she was lifted up in the air.

“Come here, sweets. Let me taste your warm blood,” a hissing voice taunted.

She looked down to see a squid-like man, like something from a horrible sci-fi movie, standing below her. There was a group of other marine-like anthropomorphic beings around, laughing and chortling. They were using her for sport. This was something like out of a nightmare. All she was doing was looking for her friend in this seedy bar when she walked into a back room. It was like she was in another dimension.

“Let her go,” came a demanding growl.

The squid man hissed and let go of her, she screamed as she fell, but was caught in two strong, furry arms.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m Ben.”

“I remember,” Bernadette whispered.

Ben sat up. “What do you remember?”

“You. You saved me. That’s how we met. There was a squid man.”

Ben smiled and scooted to the end of the bed, holding out his large hand. She took it and he pulled her close.

“I did. No woman should be treated that way. As I said, unsavoury monsters exist too.”

“Same with humans.”

Ben kissed her on the top of her head and stood up. “I must leave.”

“Why?” she asked, suddenly panicked he was disappearing forever, and her heart couldn’t handle that thought.

“I must. The rules.”

She reached out and took his hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to,” Ben replied.

“Will you come back?”

He nodded and then gently kissed her hand. “I will and I’ll stay until the sun rises. By then, none of the bad beasties will be out.”

“Will I remember you?”

“Yes. There are no more spells.”

“Good.”

Ben lay back down, pulling her close so she could sleep wrapped up in his arms. It was a lot to process, but it did feel right and as she closed her eyes, she felt like that darkness that had been terrifying her for a long time wasn’t so bad.

And that she could finally rest.