Page 69 of Their Pretty Little Monster

She’s so fucking beautiful.

A snarl rips from my throat, and a pulse charges through me, the darkest of my desires, the deepest parts of my hunger awake.

I pull out, then thrust back in, the flames inside my body licking at me. The sweet pain of her constricting my cocks consumes me. I fuck her, fast, violently, unable to stop myself.

She tilts her head back, taking it, those pretty tits bouncing, my hands squeezing her cheeks. Wriggling, grinding herself against me, her gaze is filled with lust. Mouth open, she’s panting.

I can’t get enough of how her breasts jiggle, how her cunt tightens every time I pull out, trying desperately to hold on to me. Those violet eyes flicker up to mine, hazed over, and the sheer line of perspiration on her brow glows in the light from outside. Slick drips from her, coating my balls.

The harder I claim her, the more she whimpers, the more she rocks against me.

I’ve never experienced such a powerful need to fuck any woman, never had this overwhelming urgency to protect her from the world.

“Wolfe,” she cries, her body shuddering.

I work into that tight pussy, tail teasing her ass, pushing in and out. My own arousal surges forward with ferocity. Leaning forward to claim her lips, I plunge my tongue between them, desperate to have as much of me inside her as I can. For her to know she’s mine. I want to fuck her on the floor, on the balcony, in the rain starting outside… every damn place.

She groans out louder, clawing at me as I rut her relentlessly. I have no self-control, which is becoming obvious, transfixed by her moans and her scent.

Kissing me back, she embraces me harder, rubbing herself, and I’m on the verge of losing myself.

“Wolfe,” she whispers. “I’m?—”

Then she’s screaming, convulsing in my arms. Her pussy squeezes my cocks like a vise, my tail slipping out as she ferociously comes all over my erections.

I hiss…

Heart twisting in my chest, I never stood a chance to hold back. With her warm body against mine, her moans in my ears, I come just as hard, buried in her down to my balls. I pulse, flooding her with my seed.

Howling, I’m pumping while she’s riding me. She has the side of her face on my chest, exhausted but shaking, still coming as I fill her. We stay that way for a long moment, neither of us moving. I don’t want this to be over.

She shivers against me as I walk her into the bathroom, finding several towels neatly folded on the shelf. I grab one and place it on the counter, then set her ass on it and pull out of her, much to her groans of protest.

Her legs won’t hold her, not with how exhausted she appears. I glance down to where her inner legs are slick with her and my cum. Her eyes flutter as if she’s going to sleep.

“I’ll take good care of you,” I tell her.

She glances up at me, blinking.

“Can you help me back to my room?” she whispers.

I lean in, pressing my face to her neck, inhaling her, then whisper, “I’m going to clean you first.”

She leans against me, and when I pull back, her body follows, her breaths heavy. I grin at seeing her already asleep.

“Sleep tight, my sweet little girl,” I say. “You’re mine now.”

Chapter

Nineteen

KILLIAN

Wolfe stands in front of me in his human form, his eyes burning with fire.

“Are you certain she’s your true mate as well?” I groan, a snarl behind my words. All of me adores the idea of Sage belonging to just me, so it’s taking me a moment to accept that she’s his, too.

He stares at me deadpan, as if I haven’t been listening. Except I damn well heard every word, especially the part about him fucking her. We’ve shared everything since we were children, and I grind my teeth that this includes my true mate… our true mate.

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