Page 24 of Land of Monsters

“Fuck this.” I strode for the door, every muscle locked up. “Don’t wait up.”

“Where are you going?”

I slammed the door behind me, practically jogging down the corridor to the last room at the end of the hall. I knew what was inside, and I wanted to get as high and as drunk as possible, my specific needs taken care of.

And most of all, I wanted someone to make me forget what I just left in the room. To bleed her from my veins.

?

Leaning over the table, I sniffed in the line of fairy dust, my system crying with glee at the familiar substance. I had gotten better at ignoring the craving, but it had always been there, waiting under the surface. My shoulders eased just a little, and I took another line right away. I was too keyed up, and my brain wasn’t letting me black out images of Raven naked.

Yes, we had been naked before together, but this felt different. In that older man’s hotel room, we were his puppets, just acting out his fantasies. Here, we were acting out our own.

I tipped my head back, letting the drugs flood my system. The room buzzed with an abundance of energy and people. A mix of fae and human, everyone here ready to orgasm their way into the new year. The need for even more wickedness and twisted kinks had the room moaning in unison, sex covering almost every open space.

“It’s crap, but it gets the job done.” A man’s sensual voice came up next to me at the table spread with drugs and alcohol, doing a line next to me. I looked over, taking in the tall, built, beautiful naked fae. His long flowing black hair and overly carnal aura suggested azburator,similar to an incubus. I recognized him instantly as the same man who had been touching Raven the last time we were in this room, kicking up a flare of anger.

“Yeah,” I replied curtly, tasting the chemicals that made up the cheap drug at the back of my tongue, knowing I had something that could offer me a better high back in the room. And it wasn’t the mushrooms I was thinking of.

A sensual smile warmed his features, my tone misunderstood—or ignored. Licking his lips, he looked me upand down without recognition. He clearly had no memory of me or that night.

“You are gorgeous.” His hand slid over my ass, though his gaze stayed on my cock. “And fucking massive. Gods, I want to suck you.” His hand dipped lower on my ass, and he stepped into me, his light-purple eyes suggesting he had some high fairy blood in him. “What are you looking for? I’m into it all.”

A sensation crashed over me, a pull I couldn’t describe, but I instantly felt it burn through me, commanding me. Craning my neck to the door, I went still.

Air sucked out of the room while everything in me came alive.

Once again, Raven stood a few feet inside the door, but this time, a confidence radiated within her, a strength I hadn’t seen before. As much as she feared her powers, they made her who she was. Authority billowed from her skin, making us all want to bend the knee to her.

Dressed in just those lacy black knickers and a matching see-through bra. Her damp hair tumbled down to her lower back, her chin high and regal. Gone was the nervousness she displayed the last time she came in here.

As she stared at me, she took my breath away, and at that moment, I knew I was done fighting her.

The man followed my gaze, his mouth dropping open.

“Futu-ti.” Fuck.The man whispered in awe.“Ce dracu este ea?” What the hell is she?

He could feel it too, the unique magic that was only Raven, her signature.

Mine.

My feet moved, logic deserting me as I strode for her. Her chin rose higher, preparing for my confrontation. She held her ground, but I noticed her cheeks turning pink, her eyesstraining not to slide down my physique, her throat struggling to swallow.

I loved knowing I affected her too.

“What the hell are you doing?” I stopped about an inch away from her.

“No.” She put up her hand, moving around me.

“Wh-what?” I sputtered, moving back in front of her. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, we aren’t doing this again.” She tipped her head, her eyes blazing into mine with determination. “I am a grown adult, whatever you may think, and I make my own decisions. I want to be here, and you can’t do anything to change that.”

“But why?” I motioned around at the debauchery happening around, a woman moaning from the top of her lungs in the swing over our heads with three other people. “This is what you want?”

“What? Am I too proper for you now? Too high on a pedestal?” she shot back. “Guess what, Ash? I am a flesh and blood person who has experienced tragedy, heartbreak, and death… who also wants to feel, be touched, live in the moment.” Her eyes stayed on me. Reaching around, she unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. She was small, but her pert tits would fit perfectly in my hands.

And mouth.

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