Page 38 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

“You’re so big and hard for me.”

He chuckles and picks up his pace again, shunting into me hard and fast. Unbelievably, little sparks of pleasure begin to build deep inside of me, the stirrings of an orgasm. I groan at the sensation and he grins at me. Without a word, he slides his free hand between us and rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb. Within seconds, I’m trembling and straining, and then the dam breaks and I come like a rushing river.

“Fuck,” I grit out, but he’s coming now too, hard and hot inside me. I feel him swell and then spill, and that’s when I realize he’s not wearing a condom.

Shit.

He must feel me tense, because he opens his eyes and looks at me. “What?”

“No condom,” I say.

“Oh, that. It’s no problem. I’m not human. I can’t get you pregnant and we can transmit diseases to one another. I only used one earlier because you didn’t know what I was and it would have been suspicious not to.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

I drop my head back as he slowly pulls out of me. My thighs are aching and I’m covered in sweat, but I suspect he’s not done. When he picks me up from the bar and carries me back over to the couches, I’m sure of it.

I glance down, and yep, his second cock is still at attention and ready to go. Ty drops onto the couch and brings me with him, settling me over his lap.

“Ride me, sweet Penny,” he demands.

And with a shiver, I do.

I don’t knowhow long we were at it, but it seemed like hours. All I know is that I’m sweaty, sticky, and sore. I need a shower, a full meal, and at least eight hours sleep. And he was right. I came another three times before I begged him to stop. Now I’m collapsed against his chest as we try to catch our breaths, and I’m fantasizing about pizzaandtacos.

As we sit there panting, there is an audiblepop!in the air and everything goes slightly shimmery, like heat wafting off asphalt.

I sit up and look around. “What was that?” I ask.

Ty shoots me a grin, which is fearsome, given his sharp teeth. “That, sweet Penny, was the sound of the spell breaking. You did it.”

“Seriously? I’m free to go?”

He nods and gestures toward the exit. “You can walk through that door whenever you’re ready.” He lays a palm against my cheek. “I will miss you, Penny. And while I understand why you must go, you should know that I would have been happy to have you by my side for eternity. It’s really not so dreadful here. Not like you might think.”

My heart thumps at his words, and a little frisson of energy zings down my spine. I know what he means. Spending eternity at his side—and in his bed—isn’t the worst thing I could think of. “Well, maybe we’ll see each other again one day.”

He shakes his head sadly. “I’m afraid not. This is goodbye, Penny.”

“Why? Why does it have to mean goodbye? Why can’t I see you again?”

“You know if you return to the mortal plane, I can’t come to see you. I’m tethered to this dimension.”

Yes, obviously, but I would be free. That’s the whole point. “I can always come back and visit the club, can’t I?”

“Would you want to? Would you chance it?”

“Would I be able to?” I counter.

“Of course. I can add your name to the VIP list and you could return any time you please. But you’d run the risk of getting caught in the spell again. And I have no idea if you could be freed a second time.”

I think about this fascinating man and the sparks that fly between us. Could I really resist my greed for him? My lust? Certainly not. If I came back, I’d be sinning in minutes. If I go home, I have to stay there, with my drab apartment and dreary data-entry job. Only two hours ago I thought that giving everything up for him would be ridiculous. But would it really? Or would it be the best choice I’ve ever made?

I haven’t been happy in a long time. I’ve been searching for some undefinable thing, something that signals I’m on the right track andlife begins now!or whatever. But what if that thing isn’t up there at all? What if it’s down here?

I take him in again, all blue and muscular and terrifying, but oddly gentle all the same. His human form, all sexy jawline and firm lips. His hurt at never being chosen by a human, at having nothing but demons for companions. His fate that was sealed by selfish parents, who cast him into this dimension and then enspelled it.

He may be the Lord of the Underworld, but he’s also sexy, kind, dominant, vulnerable, and really, really fucking hot. He’s complex and interesting, and despite this whole spell thing, I’ve had more fun in one night with him than in the last year up in my own dimension, plodding through the days while I wait for…what, exactly? What’s up there for me that I haven’t found yet? That I haven’t even been looking for?

I make my decision.

“So,” I say with a slow smile, “what exactly does co-ruler of hell entail?”

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