Page 110 of Land of Monsters

“I said what I said.”

Chapter 21

Ash

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The stolen cars rolled up the potholed lane, the moon glinting down on the castle, which loomed over the land. Wisps of fog clung to the base in the cold, cloudless night, causing the small fortress to dominate the skyline and draw you to the castle. Even though Stoker never set foot in Romania, the castle’s magic trapped him in its lure, where myth and truth were so convoluted, there was no separating one from the other. His story was as much a part of magic as the fae, or the blood thirsty monsters who truly lay inside the walls.

I shifted in my seat, the Russian officer’s uniform I wore was tight around my muscular thighs, pinching my ass. Whomever wore these last was tall and stick thin. I might be lean compared to Warwick, but I was all muscle, with thicker thighs and ass.

I hated tight clothes, and these felt like a costume, not something I’d wear into battle.

Not something I might die in.

The genie said he would have Kozlov’s troops here in time, but heading toward the castle with the night quiet around us, a nerve in my stomach twitched.

What if he didn’t and this whole plan fell apart?

The last couple of days were a haze of planning after Dzsinn took off. Kozlov and Eve stayed mostly away after the first day when Raven almost gutted her ex-bodyguard. We thought it was wise to keep them separated unless heavily supervised.

Maestro Silk allowed us to use our room as headquarters and a bunker for gathering weapons and supplies. While others stole necessities, Warwick and I tracked down two working automobiles, those a leader of Russia would use. Not an easy feat when you’re in a poverty-stricken country with very few fae converted cars.

It was tense and stressful and during the time we weren’t stealing or scamming; the couples were slipping out to use empty rooms where they could fuck their aggressions out. The number of times we were doing it suggested we were all tense as shit. I took all the energy out on Raven—with the door open, in the bathroom, the hallway, against the window. Anywhere and with whomever was watching.

Though, when Brexley and Warwick fucked, the entire building felt it. Those two caused such a disturbance in the atmosphere they woke the dead. Literally. Ghosts had been haunting the building since they arrived. And then there were Birdie and Caden, who fucked so loud they outdid the party room, while Scorpion and Hanna seemed to be competing with them. Maestro Silk’s brothel had never been fuller or more popular. Especially the night before the attack.

Bellows came from the room over, spirits crashing into the room as I plunged my cock deeper into Raven, driving into her pussy. My teeth gritted, my hands gripping her hips so hard I knew I was bruising her.

“Ash!” A snarled howl came from her, the blades peeking out of her spine. I didn’t care that she cut me, that I bled over her. It was like another mark on her, another blood bond which tied us together. No matter how deep I went, I couldn’t get closeenough. I wanted to crawl under her skin and own it all. “Fuck… Ash!” On all fours, her claws dug into the covers. I could feel a man watching us from the open doorway and I knew it was Wesley, his hand rubbing up and down his cock as he watched us.

It made me fuck her harder.

“Let me fuck the dweller,mroczny.” I bit the tendon in her neck. Her beast snapped and snarled, fire flashing in her eyes, claws carving into the mattress, her back hitching up. “I want to sink into the beast’s pussy,” I whispered in her ear, the hint of her dark fur tickling against my skin.

A shiver ran through Raven’s body, her cunt fluttering at my words. A deep growl came up her throat, her body turning red hot. She started to shift as much as she could, the dweller’s tightness enclosing around my cock, feeling different than being inside her other form. Not better or worse, just different. And I loved different.

Polish words I didn’t even practice anymore hissed from my lips, a groan so guttural I felt it from my soul, and I pulled her into me, going so hard she started to yowl, the bed squealing under the intensity.

“Own my cock, dweller. Claim it… knot around it.” I gritted between my teeth. Sweat dripped off my body, blood from the blades smearing over my skin. She bent further over, pushing her ass even higher into me. Her tail glided over my hip, coming around between my legs from behind until it curled firmly around my balls, tickling them.

Everything snapped.

I was no longer present in my body. I became my own beast, a fiend to her monster. Perverse and wicked, I relished the depravity. The sound of her wetness slapped the walls and dripped down our legs. We could hear Wesley moan loudly, stroking himself harder, turning us on more as he came.

It was twisted, but it was us.

My thumb pushed into her ass, pressing down on the nerves. Her body jerked. A garbled howl bayed from her, the feel of her magic locking my dick inside her, the metal bedframe bowing under us as I railed her to the point of intense pain.

But my gods, it felt so fucking good.

Releasing inside her, my vision went, my muscles limp. I felt her shift back into her human form before my body landed on hers, instinctively keeping me from impaling on her daggers.

Still inside her, my chest heaved against her spine, skin sticky, muscles limp. We laid there together in shock. How did each time get better and more addicting than the last?

There was a reason I had so many lovers and usually multiple ones. I got bored easily. As much as I loved Kek and Lucas, and I imagined myself with them longer than anyone, it still would not have been forever. Not with our lifespans. With Raven, I didn’t think I could ever get bored.

And on a fundamental level, I understood I couldn’t walk away from her. Ever. Even if we lived apart, there’d be no one else.

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