Savage Saints (Monsters of Saint Mark's)
CHAPTER ONE – PELL
“Good morning, sweet Pie.”
Pie grunts and turns over in bed, pulling all the covers with her.
“Sweetie Pie,” I sing.
She pulls her pillow over her head. Groans again. “Go. Away.”
“It’s time to get up, Pie. You can’t keep putting this off.”
She lifts the pillow just enough to show me one eyeball. “I’m sick.” She holds her stomach, winces and moans. “I don’t—” She coughs. Cough. Cough. “I don’t feel good.” She makes her voice nice and shaky. “I-I-I think I’m gonna barf.”
I sigh and lie back on the bed, covering my face with my forearm. “Pie. He’s been patient. But it’s been two weeks now. You said you would go in to work today—”
“Work? Is this what we’re calling it?”
“It is work. He has your debt. He offered you a job as his personal assistant to work it off. It’s not that bad.”
She hits me with her pillow. “Not that bad!” Her eyes are wide and wild. She closes them for a moment. Takes a breath, holds it, lets it out slowly. “Pell.”
“Pie?”
“It is that bad. He’s a fucking… minotaur! And not like you’re a minotaur, either. You look like…” She sucks in a breath, pauses, stopping long enough for me to wonder what she was gonna say.
“I look like what?”
“You know.”
“No. I don’t know. How are Tarq and I different?”
“You’re all… shaggy, and soft, and blond, and considerate.”
I’m picturing all this, wondering if these are good traits or bad traits. “OK.”
“And he’s all”—she shakes her head, sighs—“all sleek, and polished, and dark, and… huge.”
“Huge?”
“Yes. He’s just… too much. I can’t do it, Pell. I can’t. Do it. I cannot go into that tomb every day with my eyes cast down and just pretend like…” Again, she pauses.
“Like?” I prod her.
“Like he doesn’t have that huge monster dick hanging between his legs!”
I guffaw. This is truly funny.
“It’s not funny! I’m not gonna be able to control myself! It’s too hard. Oh, my God.” She slaps her forehead. “And the puns, Pell! The puns!”
I guffaw again.
She slaps me. “Stop laughing at me!”
“Sorry,” I manage between outbursts. “Sorry. But… all this—the past two weeks of you faking every illness under the sun trying to get out of going to this new job—was all about you not being able to handle looking at his giant cock?”
She grabs the pillow she hit me with and pulls it back over her head, mumbling something I can’t understand.
I scoot over to her side of the bed, slip my hands under the covers, and caress her velvety ass. Pie, in her human form, is cute. But Pie in her wood nymph form is sexy. And this velvety ass just makes me want to ravish her. “Pie.”