Page 60 of Monster. Me.

Fenn Drax is a monster.

But he’s kind. Gentle, at least to me. Hungry for closeness and human touch, quite like I am.

Still, it would be hard for him to live among humans.

His pheromones can’t be suppressed. He’ll always affect the people around him, stir desire whether he means to or not. If we somehow ended up involved, would I spend the rest of my life being jealous of everyone who came near him?

Wait.

Wait a second…

What am I even thinking, hello? Involved?

The very idea is absurd. A fairy tale.

Still. There’s something else, too, dammit.

I genuinely like him.

There's this irrational need in me, to be around him, to touch him, to speak to him, to know him. My thoughts return to him constantly.

Sure, he looks like a mutant, but a handsome one! Sexy. So big, so massive…

His face is covered in red markings that spread across his skin like the open jaws of some predator. When he smiles, his teeth look even less human, packed tightly together, with twin fangs narrower than a normal person’s. The effect reminds me of something straight out of a comic book, like Venom’s maw.

And yet none of it repels me.

If anything, it feels familiar. Comforting, almost. And for reasons I still can’t explain, incredibly irresistible.

The weird part is that I’ve never had a monster kink.

Erotic comics full of reptilians, aliens, snake people, yeti-men, and all those other creatures that show up in illustrated smut never did anything for me.

But when I look at him, at his massive frame, at the way he moves with an ease that seems impossible for someone his size, like he could spring into motion at any second, it’s mesmerizing. And when I peek into his eyes, framed by surprisingly long eyelashes, something deep inside me vibrates like a taut string.

I want him.

I want to feel those large purple hands sliding across my skin. I want to feel his teeth against my gland. They'd probably leave a scar unlike anything anyone has ever seen.

And what if he fucked me?

I know he did it with those betas back on Calsing Island.

What was it like? What did he feel?

Did he give them what he gave me? That overwhelming pleasure, that complete loss of self, that moment where everything else disappears?

My chaotic thoughts, however, have to come to an end because I hear the handle creak.

The bathroom door opens, and Rupert walks out.

He freezes when he sees me, clearly not expecting me to be there.

"Marlow? Where have you been?"

"I needed some air. I ran into a funeral procession near Rainbow Spring. The local veterinarian passed away, and one of the people attending asked if I could help with his dog."

"Oh, wow. Right, you're a vet."