Chapter Four

Seren

Bryant and I stood outside his car, handing out the last bit of bakery. I saw a lot of familiar faces, but it sucked that I couldn't see Frank's. He was doing so well and talked about turning his life around. I hoped I made his time on Earth a little bit better daily.

"Do you do this daily?" Bryant asked. I had asked him his name before I got into his car. I knew getting in a car with someone was probably stupid when I didn't even know his name. But Bex had my location and the heads up about what was going on. I also felt safe with Bryant. He was some IT guy who was quiet and shy.

I nodded, trashing the last empty box in a dumpster. "It's what I can do. I can't cook enough food or give them much money, but it's nice that I can give them something."

"And the owners are okay with you doing that?" he asked.

My brows pulled together as we went back to his really nice car. "I am the owner."

His eyes widened. "You own Starlight Bakery?"

"Yes."

"And you own all the recipes of all the delicious bakery stuff?"

Laughing, I nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said, opening the passenger door for me.

And he opens the door for me. My heart throbbed. It's a first for me.

"I didn't know you were the owner."

I sat down. "It's okay."

After closing the door, he rounded the car and sat in the driver's seat. "You make delicious recipes, and I love your bakery. I've been going for a while since my sister showed me it."

"Thank you." I took the compliment but felt my cheeks heat up. That was why I didn't tell people I owned the bakery; I wanted genuine feedback. He already raved about my cupcakes without knowing that they were my recipe.

We drove in silence to the ice cream shop. I didn't mind, and it didn't feel awkward. The radio was playing, and I felt like I was trying to decompress from the workday. I had just come from work; my body was a bit achy.

I pulled down the sun visor, seeing myself in his small mirror. Quickly, I fixed my frizzy curls, wondering how long my hair had been this wild. I checked my face and everything out. I couldn't tell you how many times I had chocolate on the side of my mouth, and no one told me.

He glanced at me, smiling. "You look beautiful. Trust me." He stayed focused on the road, letting me take him in.

My eyes dropped to his thin pink lips. I wondered if his mouth felt as good as the monster's. It was weird that that was my comparison.

I looked forward, seeing the cute ice cream place coming into view. It was small and pink but very cute. It was an outside stand in the middle of the park. Fairy lights were everywhere, covering all the trees. A water fountain sat a few feet away, occupied by a few eating customers.

Bryant opened the door for me again.

I stepped out, taking in the beautiful scene. The sun was almost down, making it a bit dark, which made it look more magical. The sound of rushing water from the fountain filled my ears.

Bryant led the way to the front of the stand. I instantly knew I wanted the plain old, but good, chocolate chip cookie dough. He ordered pistachio ice cream for himself.

I'd never seen anyone eat that before, but I didn't judge him based on his ice cream. We spent a bit of silence, walking around and licking our ice cream.

My mind shamelessly played last night like a movie on constant repeat. His claws. His long tongue. Heat rushed over me; not even the cold ice cream could fix it.

"Okay, I get how you didn't even tell me you were the owner," he finally broke the silence.

I shrugged, licking my lips. "I just don't tell people. What's the point?"

"I should have known. You are always there, all the time."

He… noticed me? How come I never noticed him?

"I'm a workaholic," I chuckled.

"You're passionate and want your business to run smoothly," he said. "I admire that. I work for someone else. You work for yourself."

I smiled. And I enjoyed it, even on the long days. Together, we sat at the gray stone fountain, water lightly hitting our backs.

Again, it was silent. Maybe it was me. I hadn't been on a date in a while, and it showed. Actually, the rest of the date went like that. Silence with a few words here and there.

There was no spark or electricity that I should feel. I'd never been in love like that. High school was when I had my last relationship. Then I just started hustling to get to my bakery. It wasn't easy and I faced many challenges. Never really cared to date or had the time to.

Bryant dropped me off at the Starlight Bakery. "I will see you around, Seren."

I smiled. "And you too, Bryant. Thank you for the ice cream. It was delicious."

He smiled but said nothing back.

On the way into my car, I decided we probably wouldn't have another date. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good.

After a short drive, I entered my house with a sigh when I got home. My body was tired, aching from the day. I was almost scared to go to bed. What monster would I get? One that wants to please me or one that wants to eat me and not in the way it did last night.

After winding down, I moved into my room and completed a few pieces of paperwork for the baker's next income delivery.

Even when I was not at the bakery, I was working, which I didn't mind. When you did what you loved, it never felt like a job. I loved waking up and walking into my bakery, seeing years of my hard work.

My back pressed against the bed frame. Should I risk it? Going to bed?

I loved having a night's sleep, and I could tell my body needed a lot of time to catch up. But it was fifty-fifty on the type of monster I would get. That's if what happened last night was what actually happened.

My thighs closed as heat rushed into my lower stomach. Last night, my bed was so wet from my juices. I had to clean my sheets this morning.

Maybe it was worth the risk.

Kage

No matter how much soap she rubbed on her body from the shower, she smelt like someone else.

A man.

Rage rushed through me. I thought we had a good night together, and then she came home late, smelling like some man's cheap cologne.

Who was this man? She's never smelt like anything besides sweet bakery treats. That was my girl's scent. Not this cologne.

My lips turned into a frown as I watched her sleep. My body was filled with rage and anticipation. Every day, I craved to see her during the day, but she worked so much, she didn't have time for me.

And now she was with another man. She had time for him.

A growl rumbled in my throat, and I climbed over her. Her one hand was tangled in her pink hair, mouth slightly opened. Her breath was steady, breast rising and falling. She wasn't wearing underwear again.

She was horny before. I could still smell her sweet juices in the air.

Is that over that fucking guy? He didn't even get her into bed, and he was already making her wet. Not my woman. I wasn't willing to share with anyone. No monster, no man. I don't care.

Climbing over her, my fingers wrapped around her neck, squeezing slightly and nails digging in. My face pressed into her neck, shadows licking her soft, ivory skin. "Who the fuck is he?"

Her breath picked up. I didn't even need to look at her face to tell she was awake now, paralyzed by my magic. Fear rushed through her, and I tasted it. It was bittersweet because I didn't want to scare her, but it always made my dick hard that I could do that to her.

"You will never see him again, got it?" I growled, smelling her sweet juices in the air. Was she turned on by this or did she feel my hard dick pressed against her lower stomach?

She couldn't even answer.

"He better not have touched you," I muttered, running my face up her neck. My hand moved from her neck, down to her heavy breasts. "He better not have tasted you like I did last night."

Her thighs quivered slightly around mine. My dick was pressed into her apex, only my shadows and her nightgown between us.

"Remember whose tongue you squirted on last night, whose dick you made cum without even touching it. You're mine whether you like it or not."

Her throat made a noise.

My hand caressed her soft, round belly. I craved to hold her last night with my claw against her stomach. My hand moved between us and grabbed her thighs.

Mine. Mine. Mine. She was mine. I needed to do something to show her that she was mine. Scent her. Make her smell like me, so that no man would even look at her.

Her fear was delicious as she trembled under my claws.

I smirked, standing on her bed. The bed dipped, her body leaning a bit. I firmly planted my feet on each side of her.

Looking down at her, she looked so small, so precious and beautiful. Her pink hair was widely spread around her round face. Her eyes were locked on me, and even in the dark, I could see them.

"Beautiful," I muttered, reaching into my shadows that flickered around me. My claw wrapped around my dick, pulling it from the skin pouch it was hiding in.

Her eyes widened, telling me she could see it in the dark.

My cock was huge, veins rushing to the mushroom tip. Small shadow flames flicked around it, aching to bury themselves into her clit. My hands ran over the soft skin, feeling all the harsh veins.

I just knew that her pussy would come from the harsh veins. They were almost so hard that it was going to give her added pleasure.

"Mine," I growled, looking down at her. My hand slowly ran down my shaft, and I could see her eyes following my movement.

Her sweet juices filled the air, and a soft noise escaped her throat.

She knew how to wake up from my paralysis, wiggling her toes or fingers. But she did neither. Just watched me.

My abs tightened, and a moan fell from my lips. "Such a good girl. You're mine. No one else's. I better never smell another man on you again."

She swallowed, locking eyes with my mushroom tip.

"I know you love my thick dick. I know you want it."

With each stroke, she got wetter and wetter, her sweet scent filling the room. I loved that smell.

My dick jumped, and my head tilted back. My eyes closed, thinking about that pretty pussy of hers. The small patch of matching pink hair down there was so soft. She tasted like the bakery sweets she smelled like. Sweet and delicious, though I didn't even know what they tasted like. But I'm sure it tasted like her. My hips jerked up, deep moans falling from my lips.

I wanted tonight to be the night I was buried inside of her, my shadows holding us together.

But I couldn't.

Not with her smelling like another man.

I felt wetness along my tip, and I looked down just in time to see my precum drip right on her nightgown. I needed her naked, now. I reached down, slicing my claw downward against the fabric and baring her to me.

Her breasts bounced as I adjusted my body.

"Fuck. You look so fucking gorgeous." I muttered, jerking myself harder and faster. I wanted to cum all over her body and face so fucking badly.

Fuck. I was getting close.