Page 35 of The Monster's Mate

My eyes narrow, taking in her sparkling light gray eyes. “I will stab you in the boob if you ever call my mate afine hunk of dragonagain.”

She chuckles. “I figured you’d hold on to the mate admission forever, just out of spite.” She links her arm through mine. “Seriously, he’s got that feral monster thing down pat. Tell meallabout it on our way to permanently ban the asshole who’s causing trouble.”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as memories of all the times Bane came to pick me up file through my mind.

That big black bomber jacket he always wears to hide his arsenal of weapons, the dark jeans, even the way he leaves his boots unlaced at the top…

Damn.

Is it hot in here?

Uh-oh.

The crappy thing about barring a member from The Monster’s Den is that it has to be done by someone in management.

I’m currently the only one in the building with the power to ban someone permanently. And I don’t feel a bit of guilt about sending the grumpy shifter on his way.

Lena abandons me as soon as security arrives. I’m guessing that’s because of Jinx, but their relationship—or lack thereof—isn’t my business.

I finally finish up with the team and pop my head back into the viewing room to check that everything is still running smoothly. There are monsters and humans spread throughout the room, some in the theater-style seats at the front and others on the couches lining the wall.

My gaze landing on the stage, I watch the female vampire with her two partners. She’s suspended by four small rings, hanging in the air. Her mouth stretches wide around the giant’s crown while a vampire plows into her as he stands behind her.

It’s quite erotic to watch as her tits bounce with every slap the male vampire lands on her ass. It’s so easy to imagine myself in her place between two of my mates. My thighs rub together as a pulse of heat radiates through my body.

I wrap my arm around my middle, trying to rip my eyes from the stage.

“Enjoying the show, darling?” Athos asks directly into my ear. His warm breath fans over my neck as he snakes a hand around my middle. “Mmm, you smell slick.”

“Athos,” I gasp, feeling his fingers teasing down the front of my dress. We’re just inside the door to the viewing room. It’s not like we’re paying customers. “We can’t…”

“Would you like some privacy?” He doesn’t wait for my response, and the next thing I know, we’re on one of the second-floor balconies.

My head spins, trying to get my bearings in a totally new environment.

“Did you know I spent hundreds of years in Hell? Nero was the keeper of my jar then. He threw elaborate parties that often turned into orgies.” Athos slides his hands down my arm and wraps my fingers around the banister. “Don’t worry, I never participated. But I did learn, watching can be enjoyable under the proper circumstances.” He pulls my hair to the side, nipping at my neck.

It makes goose bumps erupt down my arms as my nipples tighten.

Athos’s hand works up under the hem of my dress, and the backs of his fingers brush my core. His other hand lands on my cheek, tilting my head back to his.

The meeting of our mouths is messy and complicated, due to the angle, but it’s so damn enjoyable. My core clenches around nothing as he tugs my panties to the side, focusing on my clit. His long, deft fingers seem to know exactly how to make me moan against his lips.

My hips grind back, working over his cock in the thin sweats he’s got on. He was wearing a T-shirt when he brought me into work, but I’m not going to question where it disappeared to.

He releases my face to cup my tit, and with how hard my nipples are, he has no problem flicking his thumb over it.

The moaning from downstairs gets even louder, and it combines with the grunts and growls from the audience to make quite the sexy background noise.

Lust pulses through my entire body, and my pussy leaks as Athos teases a finger down to test my opening.

“You’re soaked.” He pulls back from our kiss, but I can feel the curve of his smile against my cheek. “Such a swollen, needy little cunt.” He bumps my head to the side until I have no choice but to stare over the railing at the show on the stage. His palm brushes my clit, and he adds another finger on the next plunge. My inner walls cling to his thick digits, but it doesn’t feel like enough. “My balls ache. That’s how desperate I am to slide inside you.” He growls, raking his teeth over my neck. “Watching you with Eldritch was extremely enticing, and no one can say I’m not a good team player, but I yearn for my own time with you.”

My face falls forward as my hands slide around the banister. “I want you too.”

It’s hard to form words with the efficient way he teases my body. His fingers strum my nipple, and his other hand plunges in and out of my core.

The pulled-to-the-side material of my panties is soaked, even if it’s not in direct contact with my pussy.

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