Savage Saints (Monsters of Saint Mark's)

“No.” She pushes my hand off her. “Don’t touch me. It’s not funny.” She lifts the pillow again so she can look me in the eyes. “I get it. You think I’m slow, or stupid—”

I point at her. “Cute.”

“Whatever. You think my aversion to random, hanging dicks is a joke.”

“I don’t.”

“You do! And it’s not a joke! I’m not a minotaur! I’m not even a real nymph! I’m a girl, OK? A human girl who got caught up in some stupid ancient curse, or past life, or magic castle-hallway thingy. One who is not used to bull men walking around with their dicks flopping between their legs!”

My God. Why is she so damn cute? I almost can’t stand it. I want to ravish her right now.

She points at me. “I can read your mind, ya know.”

“What?” I ask, trying to sound innocent.

“You’re thinking about sex. No way, buddy. There is no way I’m having sex with you on a work day.” She smiles. Laughs. “Yeah. There. That’s the new deal. No sex on work days.”

I don’t think she means it. We’ve been having sex at least twice a day since the whole… well, we’re calling it the Reckoning. Actually, Tomas is calling it the Reckoning. The rest of us—which is really just Pie and me, since the new monsters don’t speak Latin—we’re just going along with Tomas.

“You think I’m kidding.”

I make a serious face and tell her, “I’m taking you very seriously.”

“Liar.” She narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t want to go work for Tarq. I’ve told you that a million times.”

“A million, Pie?”

“At least a million. And you refuse to do anything about it.”

“Pie.” I smile at her, slip my hand back over her velvety ass. This time, when she tries to push me away, I don’t let her. I pin her hand to the bed, making her squirm, then pin the other hand to the bed too, making her struggle.

“Stop. Let me go.”

“No. Listen to me.” I roll over so I’m almost on top of her. She’s refusing to look me in the eye. “Tarq isn’t gonna hurt you.”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me. I made him promise.”

Now she does look at me. But it’s not a good look. It might be an ‘I hate you’ look. “Promise? That’s so dumb. What did you say? ‘Hey, Tarq. I know you’re all sleek, dark, and polished and have all this big-dick energy—’”

I guffaw again.

“‘—but don’t hurt my nymph.’ And he what? Just said, ‘Cool, cool, cool?’”

I smile at her, lean down and kiss her. She moves her head side to side, childishly trying to avoid my affection. But I just kiss her neck instead. Then let go of her hands and start playing with her breasts though her thin, white nightie.

“That’s not going to work,” she insists.

But I think it will, so I don’t stop. I take my mouth to her breasts. Sucking on her. Caressing her. Slowing her down and relaxing her.

A few seconds later, she sighs and her fingers begin to tangle in my hair, treating me like I’m something precious.

I look up at her and smile. “See. Worked.”

“It’s nice, I have to admit that. But my rule has been made. No sex on work days.”

“We’ll see.”