Page 35 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

I’m numb. All I can do is watch her pale skin and hope.

Mrez pushes us aside and presses on her chest, pausing and counting in silence before pressing again. His human mouth connects with hers and forces air into her lungs. He moves quickly, desperate not to lose Ivy for good.

Again, all I can do is watch.

And hope.

And pray to our forgotten god in the hope he’ll show mercy and bring back my anchor.

Seconds seems like hours.

“Ivy,” Mrez says in a whispered prayer.

Khal and I watch Mrez work. What is he doing?

Just as I lose all hope, Ivy’s chest starts to raise and fall. She coughs. Mrez helps her sit up. Ivy continues coughing, only now a soft smile touches her lips.

“Khal, Draw, Mrez. I knew you’d save me.”

I feel stronger than I ever have before. Is it possible that after spending years in the pit of despair, after thinking the Nothingness is going to consume us, my girl, my love, remembers me?

This must be a crazy fever dream. Her small hand holds my wrist.

“Draw, you never gave up on me.”

Her voice is raw, her body weak, yet each word touches me inside, in that place humans call the soul. I don’t know if I have a soul. I doubt it. But if I have a soul, it’s Ivy. The way she looks at me, leaning her forehead against my chest, makes my body swell with love.

“Ivy.” Now it’s my turn to shake. The poison has a weird effect on our systems, like a drug that heightens our senses and desires. We drank the poison from he, marking her with our mouths and exchanging the energy we just experienced.

“Ivy, I need you.” Mrez has his voice back, feeding on Ivy’s emotions. He claims her face with his almost-human mouth, kissing Ivy until she’s breathless. She needs it almost as much as he does.

My body responds to the pheromones Mrez releases. I lick his neck with my long, forked tongue. My saliva closes his bleeding wounds. My cock swells and throbs to the rhythm of my heart.

“Khal, we need to mark her as ours. It’s time to complete the union.”

“Yes, need her. Badly.” Khal is barely able to contain himself. He touches his upper cock with his lower set of hands. Both cocks stand at attention as he watches Ivy kiss Mrez.

“Mate.” My mind is turning savage because my body has hungered for so long. We should have completed the mating with Ivy when she turned twenty-one but couldn’t because, at that time, she was no longer our anchor.

My large cock swells. The knot feels so painful. Only Ivy can calm my burning.

Khal rips off Ivy’s pants, leaving her naked on the table. Ivy is as aroused as we are. Khal opens her legs. His long, forked tongue plays with her swollen and wet pussy lips. He’s hungry. As I watch them, I also become ravenous with a hunger only my anchor can satisfy.

Mrez reads my mind and wraps Ivy in his arms, pulling her on top of him. Ivy kisses him. Her moans drive me crazy as well as the way she rubs her body against Mrez. Tentacles jut out from his back as his darkness engulfs her.

Ivy

My mind and body switch from tremendous pain to intense lust and burning desire. My core is empty, clenching, needing to be filled by my Shadows.

I don’t understand what’s happening. Draw says it will hurt and bites me. I feel as though I’m falling into a deep pit of pain that I’ll never claw my way out of. I doubt I’d survive without his eyes locking onto mine and keeping me calm.

Draw’s mouth on my neck hurts the most. I become too weak to keep my eyes open and I close them, hoping the pain will go away soon. It doesn’t. Waves of red-hot pain pulsate through my body as the poison leaves my system. Something sharp enters my chest. I open my eyes, but I can’t see much except Draw’s eyes, two pits of fire that share life energy with me.

It becomes too much. The world around me hurts. I need to hold on to something and I do—Draw, Khal, and Mrez. I somehow know that if I’m not strong enough to fight, they’ll fight for me in my place.

My body enters a loop. The pulsating painful wound torments me, yet with each passing moment the pain slowly leaves my body. Yet it doesn’t leave me drained and exhausted, barely able to move. Quite the contrary, I’ve never felt better in my life. I feel rejuvenated, filled with waves of power beyond the human understanding. Something burns inside my veins that makes me want to taste everything life has to offer.

Mrez’s face is close to mine. Our lips touch. The kiss is so incredibly sweet and tender. It melts my poor wounded heart. Now that the guys have returned to me, I understand how much I missed them and how empty my life used to be. Just looking at Mrez, at his body covered in tattoos showing symbols that still appear foreign to me, makes me feel whole again. His tentacles, long tendrils of darkness, wrap around me, stroking me with their soft touch.

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