Page 70 of Their Pretty Little Monster

I peer over at the door leading into his bedroom, knowing she’s in there.

Wolfe crosses the main living area, picking up several towels from the floor, tossing them into the bathroom, and buzzing around the place, completely unlike him.

Around me, the walls of his quarters are covered with weapons and ancient artifacts, paintings, golden coins, and jewels from what we managed to salvage from the old kingdom. A heavy oak table sits in the center, covered with maps and scrolls.

My attention swings back to the bedroom door, eager to take a peek inside.

“Is this why you called me here? To fucking brag?” I ask, moving closer to the bedroom, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s to discuss what we’re going to do about her father,” he replies, his voice steady but filled with underlying urgency.

“She needs to know,” I state instantly, turning away from the door, ready to do it myself. “As much as we fucking hate the idea, we have to do this sooner than later.”

Wolfe’s lips pinch tight, but he doesn’t protest for a change. Of course, he sees clearly now that she’s his true mate.

“Good,” I say, trying to inject some finality into the conversation. “We tell her the truth, then we work out new plans to take him down.”

Wolfe opens the door slightly and glances into the room. Even from out here, I hear the deep breathing of her sleeping, a sound that’s oddly comforting. The idea of joining her is clawing at the back of my mind.

“She might hate us once she finds out, but it needs to be done,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

“We’ll deal with it, and we’ll make her see that we’ll tear the world apart for her,” I growl, stiffening.

I get it, all our plans are now compromised. But I have no damn intention of releasing her, let alone sacrificing her to her bastard father. We might have intended to use her as a bargaining chip initially, but not now that she’s ours. I’m falling so fast for her that I’m drowning, so our plans will fucking change.

The intensity behind Wolfe’s stare darkens every time he glances over to the bedroom. “We need Nyko to join us to confirm how we’re handling this.” He sighs deeply. “Why does he always fucking disappear when we need him?”

I chuckle, knowing Nyko vanishes often but never tells us what he’s up to.

“We’ll speak with him tonight.” I suck in a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. I cross the room, unable to resist, and peer into the bedroom, too.

There she is, lying on the bed, completely naked, the sheets tossed aside, and she’s flat on her back, fast asleep.

My breath catches in my chest, my cock twitching at the sight.

I slip into the room. Wolfe follows, both of us sitting on the large, engraved box at the end of the bed, an object he rescued from the bottom of the sea and restored.

Her bare feet are within arm’s reach, my gaze traveling up to where she has one bent outward, giving us the perfect view of the sweetest cunt I’ve ever seen. Glistening lips, slightly parted, reveal a slice of her pink offering. My cock’s growing harder at the sight, at the memory of my mouth wrapped around her clit, my tongue piercing her hole. A small tuft of hair shows deeper violet hues now. My attention slithers up over her soft stomach to those delicious breasts, her scrumptious nipples tight. It takes every ounce of strength not to climb closer, spread her legs, and devour her.

“She’s beautiful,” Wolfe mutters, distracting me. I glance over at him, and he’s staring at her just as obsessively. “She needs to move in with one of us in our quarters.”

“Mine,” I respond instantly, earning a grin from him. I stare at the rise and fall of her chest. “She’s shown her feisty side more recently,” I explain. “Revealing her true Shadowfen side. She’s going to change soon, so it’s best we’re with her.”

“Someone tried to kill her in the Chamber of Rituals,” he states, his tone serious.

“What the fuck?” I whisper as a surge of anger explodes within me, my fists curling, a growl rumbling in my chest. “Why didn’t you start with that?”

She stirs, twisting onto her side, and we both step out of the room, shutting the door behind us to avoid waking her.

I take a deep breath, trying to control the rage boiling inside me.

“I found her terrified in the ritual room,” he explains quietly. “She mentioned a snake creature, a Sylar, I’m guessing, chasing her. Its handler must have been there because a poisonous dart just missed striking her.” He paces in the living area vigorously, suddenly lifting one of the sword weapons on display off the wall. He’s studying it like he’s seeing it for the first time.

I’m taken aback. What the hell is he doing? I shake that off and focus on this madness.

“Who the fuck would go after her? I haven’t heard any grumblings among the Shadowfen about her arrival.” My thoughts filter to her father, that he’s somehow involved. “Shit, you think her son of a bitch father heard she’s here and is trying to kidnap her for himself?”

Wolfe’s expression darkens, his body visibly shaking, and he’s pacing again.

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