Page 115 of Mate of a Monster

I ride him with violence, taking what I need while denying him his. Every time his breathing shifts, every time his hips try to match my rhythm— I change it. Stop. Slow down. Speed up. His hands come up to grab my hips and I pin them above his head.

“No touching.”

“Haide, fuck—”

“That’s one.”

I lean down and bite his neck hard enough to draw blood, still moving on him, and he makes a sound that’s half growl, half moan. The Nightkin purrs encouragement that borders on voyeuristic.

Make him pay, Hellpet. Make him remember who he belongs to.

“You feel that?” I clench around him deliberately. “How wet you made me? How desperate? This is your fault.”

His hips buck up and I stop moving entirely. Just sit there with him buried inside me while he pants beneath me.

“Haide—”

“Two.”

I start moving again, slower this time, drawing it out. His hands break free of my grip and grab my hips hard enough to bruise, trying to control the pace. We’re fighting even while fucking—both trying to dominate, neither willing to submit.

“You’re mine,” he growls, surging up to bite my shoulder.

“Prove it.” I shove him back down, riding him harder. I hate you.

We’re both close—I can feel it in how his thighs tense beneath me and how his breathing has gone ragged. My own orgasm builds like a storm, pressure gathering in my spine, my stomach, between my legs where we’re joined. Just a little more, just—

“My turn.” He flips us, pinning me beneath him on the cold floor and driving into me with enough force to punch the air from my lungs.

“Legend—”

“Shut up and take it.”

He fucks me like he’s trying to break me, each thrust bottoming out. I give as good as I get, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood and my legs wrapped around him to pull him deeper. Curses, threats, claims—they come tumbling out of us both.

“Mine,” he snarls against my throat.

“Yours.” I gasp back, then bite his ear. “And you’re mine.”

“Always was.”

The confession breaks something in both of us. The fight shifts into something else—still rough, still desperate, but underneath it is the truth neither of us can run from anymore. We’re mated. Bonded. Two halves of something that was always meant to be whole.

My orgasm builds like pressure behind a dam, everything tightening, coiling, ready to snap—

A gasp tears out of me, but the sound doesn’t make it past my throat.

Because it isn’t a gasp at all.

It’s a choke.

I’m fucking choking!

Water slams into my mouth, nose, and lungs before my brain can catch up. All at once, I’m thrashing in cold black nothing, body twisting hard enough to wrench something in my shoulder as I fight for a surface I can’t see.

The water is everywhere. My powers tighten within me, the flames fighting for dominance against its biggest enemy.

Panic hits fast and stupid, a brute-force sort of fear that has no room for pride, only instinct. My eyes snap open into darkness, bubbles bursting past my face while my chest convulses around the desperate need to breathe.