Page 30 of Their Pretty Little Monster

What is he even doing?

The other two are arguing, but I can barely hear them from how loudly my heart thumps in my ears.

It’s a crazy sensation, but as the corner of his mouth lifts, I’m convinced I feel his fingers on the bare skin of my arm. My skin ripples, sensitive, as the softness strokes up my arm, skipping over to my collarbone, lingering.

I’m unsure what I’m feeling and if it’s all in my imagination.

When the sensation travels down the valley of my breasts, swooping over my breast, then the other, before curling around a hardened nipple, I give a small yelp, flinching back in my seat.

Everyone’s staring at me now, and I quickly eat the rest of my berries, convinced I’m losing my mind.

Gasping for air, I shift in my seat, innocently running my arm across my chest, uncertain what’s happening to me.

Wolfe’s attention never shifts, never taking his gaze off me.

Nyko’s on his feet, laughing loudly at Gods know what, while Killian chuckles back, as if they are having a contest on who can make the loudest sound.

But that touch… it’s unrelenting, stroking me, zigzagging across my stomach.

Lowering.

Further…

My heart’s racing.

Hand gripping the edge of the couch, I’m breathless.

Wolfe’s gaze is devouring me.

His fingers dig into the back of the couch where he’s got his arm stretched out, the only part of him showing any sign of tension.

Is he doing this to me?

I can barely think straight, sitting here and attempting to act normal when my body’s burning up. The heat pouring off of me has me perspiring. Tenderly, it lingers just below my belly button, inching ever so lower.

Squeezing my thighs together, I pinch my lips, feeling as though I’m losing control of my body, every inch of me dictated by a light graze. It’s enough to send butterflies through my stomach.

The touch suddenly slips between my thighs, where I’m soaked, where I’m so desperate for release. I jolt to my feet, unleashing the groan stuck in my chest. I blush at having everyone staring at me, at the experience still lingering even after it’s stopped.

“Are you okay?” Killian asks, up on his feet with me, his hand firm on my arm.

“I-I’m just a bit overwhelmed and tired,” I stammer, unable to meet their stares. “I’m going to head back to my room. It’s been a long day.”

Killian rises swiftly. “I’ll escort you.”

I’m already walking out quickly.

“It was a pleasure, Sage,” Wolfe says, his voice deep and seductive.

I glance back at him to find he’s watching me with eyes that are on fire.

Nyko, on the other hand, winks, saying, “Good night, little human.”

I’m on fast feet, and Killian’s there opening the door for me. By the time I reach my room, he leans in close, his hand bracing the door frame above me.

“Don’t let them get under your skin. Wolfe knows what he wants the moment he sees it, and he’s taken with you.”

I swallow, trapped under his intense gaze. “And you’re okay with… with that?” I must have misunderstood what being claimed as his Bride Offering by a monster meant.

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