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Abbey tried to push the voice away, but there was no denying that it was telling the truth. She had to just sit there, pressing her thighs together as the big Monstrum continued to read, describing how the male main character was spreading the female main character’s thighs and lapping her pussy while she moaned and writhed under his tongue. The naughty words in his deep, growling voice made her hotter and hotter but she didn’t ask him to stop—she just listened until he reached the end of the chapter.

“Mmm, well that is a very interesting book,” he remarked at last. “I can definitely understand why you’d want to read it.”

“I…I’m glad you liked it,” Abbey said, trying to sound normal. “Um, you’re an excellent narrator,” she added.

“Am I? Thank you.” His voice was a soft, purring growl. “Tell me, Abbey—is this the kind of thing you fantasize about? Do you want to be tasted?”

“Oh, um…” Abbey cleared her throat nervously. “I…I don’t know. I’ve, uh, never had that done to me before,” she confessed.

“Really? Never?” He sounded surprised.

“Well, after what happened to me in high school I never wanted to date again until Henry and he…well, you know all about him,” she said dryly. “So no—never.”

Solon made a growling sound in his throat.

“Gods, I wish it was our Tasting Week. Not that I would taste you unless you wanted me to,” he added.

“Oh…you…you would?” Abbey asked, her heart pounding.

“Mmm, it would be my greatest pleasure,” he growled. “Like the Kindred, we Monstrum have a biological need to taste our mates. So I would love to lick your sweet pussy until you come for me, lelka.”

“What…what week is that? When…you’re allowed to, uh taste me?” Abbey asked. “The Tasting Week, right?” she said, answering her own question. “But what week are we in now?”

“It’s actually the end of our Holding Week and the beginning of the Bathing Week,” he told her. “Why do you ask?”

“Well because you never really told me all the rules pertaining to the, uh, different weeks,” Abbey said. “I mean, I guess during the Holding Week you’re just supposed to hold me while we sleep?”

“It’s not just about holding—it’s about touching,” Solon told her. “But only over your clothes. Meaning that if we were doing the Holding Week the way it’s traditionally done, I could cup your beautiful breasts through your shirt.”

“But…but you haven’t done that,” Abbey pointed out. She was very aware of how tight her nipples were and how they were rubbing against the thin material of her t-shirt, almost aching to be touched.

“You didn’t want me to,” Solon pointed out. “I’m trying to take things slowly—I don’t want to frighten you away, lelka.”

“You…you won’t frighten me,” Abbey assured him. She sat up a little straighter, pressing her breasts out for him. “You can…can touch me if you want to.”

“Can I? Like this?” Suddenly both her breasts were being cupped in large, warm hands. “Do you like this, Abbey?” As he spoke, Solon’s thumbs traced slow patterns around her tight peaks, sending sparks of pleasure straight to the area between her thighs.

“Oh!” Abbey nearly moaned as she pressed her thighs together. “Yes, that…that feels good!”

“Mmm, feels good for me too. I’m glad you enjoy it,” he growled softly.

“Can…can I touch you, too?” Abbey asked breathlessly. She loved exploring his hard, muscular chest with her fingers and she’d always wanted to go further…but she hadn’t dared.

“If you want to. Come here.” And Solon pulled her towards him until she was leaning against his side.

It was the same way they snuggled every night, but this time Abbey felt braver. She unbuttoned his uniform shirt by touch and ran her hands all over his flat, muscular abdomen and broad chest. As always, she loved the feeling of his short, dense fur against her fingertips. But this time she wanted more.

She ran her hand lower, over the thick bulge she could feel in his black leather trousers. God, it was huge! She’d always heard that the Kindred and the Monstrum were hung like horses—it appeared to be true.

“Mmm, curious little virgin, aren’t you?” Solon rumbled as she stroked the long, thick ridge of his cock through his trousers.

Abbey felt her cheeks getting hot.

“I’m not…not really a virgin,” she admitted. “I mean, after what happened back in school…”

“Did you ask for that or enjoy it?” he demanded.

“What? No! It was…was awful,” Abbey said. She tried to push the thought out of her mind. “I don’t want to think about it.”

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