Monster Claimed

Eight

There was a thin layer of sweat between my and Alan’s body. We slid against each other as he shifted his weight, his arms winding around me and pulling me against him until every bit of skin from shoulder to toes was pressed together.

Alan grunted, the sound half a snore as his cock bulged against my ass. I was pretty sure he was going to wake up again in the next few minutes and press his massive member back into me. He had already filled me in every possible way, some more than once, and yet, it didn’t seem satiated.

Honestly.

Neither was I.

I shifted, skin sliding against skin as I tilted my hips, pressing my ass against his groin and feeling him twitch and grow. He moaned softly and wrapped his arms around me tighter.

“Go to sleep, you little minx,” he mumbled, half asleep. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

I only half understood him before he sagged against me again, full-on snoring this time.

I was exhausted. I knew I should go to sleep. I wanted to, but with the sounds that were emanating from Alan, I didn’t think I was going to be able to.

I hadn’t heard snoring that loud since the dorms, and even then it wasn’t tolerated too long before the girls were carted off to different dorms, and different futures.

After a few minutes, Alan’s arm fell away, his pecks glistening as he lay on his back, the sound of a wild beast rumbling through the room. The snarling sounds rattled the chains in the corner that we hadn’t gotten a chance to use yet. Thinking about them made the heated throbbing return, the question of exactly how he would use them bringing more curiosity than fear.

I slipped out of the bed as lithely as I could, careful not to disturb the snoring mound of muscle and slowly tiptoed my way toward the large wall of windows. The panes of glass were covered with steam, the condensation beginning to drip down from ceiling to floor as the heated escapades evaporated and the chill from the outside took over.

I stood there, looking over the ash filled city, cum dripping down my thigh.

I leaned against the glass, pressing myself against the chill and letting it take the edge off of the last few hours.

“I’m amazed he didn’t fuck you against the glass. Press those breasts against the sky for all to see,” a voice hissed through the dark to my left and I jumped. Pushing away from the window, I faced a man who was leaning against the glass, fully clothed, watching me. “Still four more days for that to happen, I suppose.”

My heart gave a terrible stutter, hope welling in my belly at the shadowed man. Well, until I realized that Logan wouldn’t be leaning against the glass. He wouldn’t be stalking me. And he wouldn’t be talking about me like I was a piece of meat.

“Calvin,” I said with a snarl, stepping away and fighting the need to cover my bare breasts.

My body was for the pleasure and use of men. I wasn’t supposed to be covered around them. But Calvin made me feel dirty.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed back with a glance toward the still sleeping Alan, if only to avoid the look in Calvin’s eyes.

“I am supposed to do a morning after check,” he snickered, his eyes only on the apex of my thighs now. “Make sure you are feeling okay.”

His eyes finally lifted, but only to my breasts.

“I’m feeling fine.” I crossed my arms covering my chest, which only earned me a glare as he stepped forward. His hands like ice against my wrists as he pulled my hands down.

Still staring.

A weird nervous twist built from my stomach and up my spine, begging me to step back. I might have if he hadn’t reached out and pinched my nipple in the punishment that Logan had always given me.

Instead of the pool between my legs, however, there was only dread.

“Good. Well, if that--”

“Where is Logan?” I asked before he could say much more, the pressure on my nipple increased.

“I am here, Elney. What do you need?”

“I need to know where Logan is,” I whispered, taking a tiny step forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure on my breast. Calvin caught on to what I was doing and pulled harder, stretching the nipple out.

I winced, keeping my chin high as I looked him in the eye.