Page 22 of The Monster's Mate

My instincts scream to do something.

I’m just unsure what exactly that something is. Her inner walls clench around my tip, making me shudder.

I tug her farther down my length, and my chest puffs as she moans, gasping and nodding vigorously.

“You like that?” I ask to genuinely gauge her reaction.

“Yes, so much, but more. I need more!”

My entire body aches with the desire to please her. It’s frustrating to feel so ill-equipped to make that happen.

I wish I knew how to meet her needs.

I tense at the change in the atmosphere.

Tilting my head, my nostrils flare, attempting to pick up on what’s different. There’s a scent that isn’t completely unfamiliar, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t place it.

“You’ve done what very few can,” a masculine voice says, appearing in a cloud of silvery-blue smoke. “You made a completely selfless wish. I’m impressed. Almost no one is selfless when it comes to pleasure.”

My claws and fangs elongate as the wyvern fights me for control.

“Athos?” Charity gasps, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yes, darling,” the djinn coos, kneeling over my thighs and wrapping himself around her back. “Your mate made a request that I can actually honor.”

The wyvern’s yellowy-green gaze shines against Charity’s skin as my head tilts. He acknowledged that she is our mate, and we like that.

“Oh shit,” Charity whispers. “I didn’t hear a w?—”

“It was a thought.” Athos teases his lips over her shoulder. “One I could have ignored, but it was truly pure of heart, so I figured, why not?”

“Get the fuck off my mate,” I snarl, baring my teeth. He’s entirely too close to her for his pretty words to distract me.

“Ouch, your claws,” Charity yelps. “Don’t fret. This is Athos. He’s also one of my mates.”

“Oh, love.” The djinn beams. “You publicly claimed me. My heart seems ready to take flight out of my chest.” He peeks at me over Charity’s shoulder. “Would you like to scent me? It mighthelp to calm your beast. We’re familiar with one another, and I’m here to help.”

“What, exactly, are you here to help with?” Charity asks as I focus on retracting my claws.

Athos winks. “Eldritch wants to ensure you feel amazing. I’m just here as backup assistance.” His hands land on her waist. “Allow me to help with his part. You focus on her tits and clit.” He pulls Charity until she’s upright and wraps a rune-covered forearm around her middle. “Did his dick turn you into a melty puddle?” He kisses her cheek, and I barely hold back the urge to swipe at him with my claws. “It seems like maybe you’re cock-matized.”

Charity’s hooded eyes meet mine. “He feels so good.”

“You do too, my love,” I assure her.

“She smells absolutely fucking delectable,” the djinn says, grinning. “Doesn’t she?”

“Like cherry blossoms.” I stare straight into her eyes, licking my lips.

“You’re both too sweet.” Charity whimpers, planting her hands on my abs. “I still ache.”

“My apologies for the delay,” Athos says. “Let’s see if we can rectify that and ensure we all enjoy ourselves along the way.”

“I didn’t mean to take away the intimacy of our first time together.” Charity grabs my hand, tugging me until I sit straight up.

“I called for him,” I force myself to say. “No need to apologize.”

It’s not her fault, even if I don’t have a single bloody fucking idea what’s happening.

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