Page 114 of Mate of a Monster

He stops.

“Three.”

Fucccckkkk. My whole body is one raw nerve, oversensitized to the point of pain. The ache between my legs has turned into something that throbs with every heartbeat, desire twisted into a physical wound. He’s still fully dressed while I’m spread naked in front of him, and that somehow makes it better.

He unfastens his pants with deliberate slowness, pulling himself out where I can see. He strokes himself slowly, veins rippling over his cock, sweat pooled at the crux of his chest.

“Look at you,” he says, voice rough. “The most powerful being in existence, and you’re begging me to let you come.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” His hand moves faster on himself, using my desperation as fuel. “You hate that you want this. That you want me.” The corner of his mouth kicks up, humor laden in his tone. “Say it.”

“Fuck off.”

His free hand finds my clit again, circling with pressure that makes me cry out. “Say it, or I add three more rounds.”

The combination of his fingers and watching him touch himself is going to kill me. “I want you.”

“Want me to what?”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me when I come. I want—” My voice breaks. “Please, I can’t—”

He stops touching me. Keeps touching himself. “Four.”

By cycle seven, I’m incoherent. My body won’t stop shaking, clenching around nothing, every nerve ending firing. The denial has transformed into something beyond arousal—it feels like being eaten alive from the inside out. Legend’s control is cracking more visibly with each round. His breathing harsh, jaw clenched tight, the hand on himself less steady.

“Who owns this cunt right now?” His fingers slide through me again, gathering wetness. “Tell me.”

“You do.” The words rip out of me. “You fucking own me, are you happy? You win. Just please—”

“My perfect, desperate girl.” He traces my clit with his thumb, watching me shake. “So wet for someone you claim to hate.”

“Legend—”

“Eight.”

The shackles vanish.

I drop like my strings have been cut, knees hitting stone. Before I can process the sudden freedom, he’s on me, flipping me onto my back. I gasp as cold floor bites into my heated skin.

“Your turn,” he says, and there’s something wild in his eyes now. “Do your worst.”

The power shift is instant and absolute. My hand wraps around his throat roughly and his smirk darkens. The Nightkin’s approval roars in my chest.

Yes. Show him what happens when he plays with dragons.

I flip us with strength that surprises us both, straddling him on the floor. “You don’t get to come until I say so.” My hand tightens on his throat. “Just like you did to me.”

“Haide—”

“Shut up.” I grind against him, letting him feel how wet I am but not letting him inside. “Eight times, Legend. You’re going to suffer for every single one.”

I sink down onto him in one motion and we both groan. He’s thick enough that the stretch burns perfectly— exactly what my body has been screaming for. But I don’t move. I clench around him, smiling as I watch his hands fist at his sides. “Beg.”

“Fuck you.”

I lift up until just the tip remains, then drop back down hard enough that his head cracks against the stone. “Wrong answer.”