Page 131 of Their Pretty Little Monster

“Just having some time out?” she gasps.

“Is that so?” I reach over to push a wet strand of hair stuck to her brow. She releases a small moan, then quickly schools herself.

I notice her mannerisms—her flushed cheeks, her rapid breaths. I grin, seeing her so hot and bothered, and I dip my fingers into the water; it’s hot but not scorching, so she might have been in here for a while.

“So, shall I join you?” I ask, already pulling up my shirt over my head.

“No, N…” Her voice breaks into a gorgeous moan, her body shuddering, head back, holding on to the edges of the tub, completely undone.

I laugh, knowing exactly what I’m seeing. My beautiful girl is having a damn orgasm, unraveling. She’s fucking gorgeous.

Leaning over, I plunge my arm down deep into the water, my hand falling right onto a damn head. Of course, it’s him.

I fist his hair and drag him to the surface.

Killian’s head pops up, and he’s grinning like a fool in his Shadowfen form, his forked tongue licking his lips as water rushes down his face. Suds are piled up on his shoulders, and his gaze is hazed over from his arousal. The stick-on gills on his blue neck open and close.

“You fucker,” I growl, then burst out laughing. “I wish I would have thought of it first.”

“I was hoping it’d take you longer before you came sniffing around.” He leans over to Sage, kissing her all over her face. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

She pinches her lips as though guilt is getting to her for being busted. “Are you just going to stand there or jump in?”

She’s going to be the death of me.

I strip in seconds.

“These bubbles are hiding you from me.” Killian rubs the suds off himself, then sweeps his arms across the surface, collecting a whole bunch more and driving it over the edge onto the tiled floor. The water easily reveals my naked princess. Those perky tits are calling to me—her full breasts, tiny waist, the mauve strip of hair between her legs, her curves, the promise of her thighs tightening against my head. If I’m going to die, there’s no better way to go than having my face buried in her cunt. I want her desperately.

“That tongue…” She’s reaching for Killian, her hand on his chest before sliding south.

A growl rips over my chest. “All right,” I blurt out, a surge of competitiveness consuming me. “Enough. Let me show you how it’s really done because I’m the fucking king of tonguing.”

Killian chuckles and reclines against the side of the tub, as though accepting my challenge.

I reach for my pants on the floor and take out my stick-on gills—living on water means it’s commonplace to carry them on us at all times. It feels gooey to touch but holds its shape. I slap it to the side of my neck, feeling the quick, sharp bite as it attaches to my flesh. The ache fades, replaced by the fluttering sensation at my neck as they activate.

I step into the tub, the water so warm it instantly soothes my nerves.

Killian rolls his eyes. “Well, go on, then. And if you’re not good enough, I’m going again.”

Sage laughs, and the maddening influence she has over me, her beauty, her lovingness, all bring out the primal beast inside me, rearing up, and I can’t stop thinking about fucking her.

“I’d like to see you try,” she teases.

Challenge accepted.

I slide into the water, its warmth enveloping me, and slip into my shadow form as I duck under the surface. Standing in the deepest end, away from the seat that juts out from the walls of the circular tub, the water laps up to my waist.

The water muffles their voices, but I’m already sliding my hands between her thighs, savoring the smoothness of her skin, spreading her, and she complies.

Reaching her waist, I draw her closer to me, my fingers tracing patterns on her hips. She’s trembling, and it fuels my desire. I lean in, pressing my lips to her stomach, teasing her, then move lower, all while pulling her ass forward on the ledge in the tub she’s perched on. My gaze focuses on her spread for me, the dark pink lips, her clit still swollen, and she’s spectacular.

My tongue rolls out of my mouth, extended longer, thicker. Desperately, I lick her with the flat of my tongue, able to still taste her in the water while wishing for nothing more than to inhale her intoxicating scent.

She flinches at each stroke, her moans reaching me, and I grin.

I have no patience today, so I’m licking, sucking savagely. I’m a fucking lunatic when it comes to competition, and no way in hell is Killian doing better than me with Sage.

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