Page 17 of Monstrous

I still don’t understand who they are or what any of this means.

“Why are Darkness, Fear, and Hopelessness in my living room tonight?” I whisper. I’ve felt all those things before, many times. And even without faces to put to the names, they are old friends.

Because it’s time to make you believe, our darling. And there’s only one way to provide you with what you need. You’ve opened the door for us to step through and so we are here, for you.

This comes from Zane, and I find myself looking in the opposite direction because it’s way too hard to stare into Walker’s eyes and know it’s not really him.

Also…is Walker really my greatest fear?

I might have lost myself thinking about it if Vexx hadn’t taken me by the hand and pulled me to my feet.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” I argue. Except, even as I speak the words, I don’t feel them. Because I want to see what they have to show me.

Numb, I allow the three of them to tug me toward the bedroom. Zane presses a finger to my chest and sends me down onto the mattress, the three of them standing and staring at me, the door sliding shut behind them although no one touched it.

We’re going to pleasure you, little love, Arc purrs.And you’re going to let us.

And there’s Arc with his brows drawn down and the same expression on his face. He’s looming closer and closer until Vexx grabs me by the chin, pressing his mouth against mine in a clear demand. I open up for him and he sweeps his forked tongue against mine. The sensation is enough to have me swooning against him, because fuck, I’ve never been kissed like this before. Forked tongue aside. It’s like the touch draws out all the secret parts of me that have been waiting for—

Him. For them.

While Vexx kisses me, Arc reaches out to trail a hand down the side of my neck, pausing at the swell of my breast before skimming just over my nipple and down toward my hip bone. His nail bites into my skin.

I still can’t look at Zane. Not yet. Not when his face is like a knife, opening the wound in my chest that had only scabbed over rather than healed fully. But he’s at my feet, slowly dragging down the fuzzy pajamas until he tosses them away entirely.

It’s time for you to give yourself to us fully, Mari. Not just in dreams. His whisper has me shivering against Vexx as Arc continues to fondle. He squeezes my hips before moving his fingers toward the hem of my panties.

Zane chuckles, placing his mouth on the inside of my thigh like a brand of fire.

Vexx breaks the kiss and shifts to draw my earlobe into his mouth with a groan. Sensation lights me from the inside and, before I realize what I’m doing, I’m panting, reaching out for whoever is the closest because I need to feel someone.

Correction. I need to feelthem.

Hard ridges of muscle meet my fingertips and I blaze a path down Arc’s stomach. Tracing some of the tattoos while Arc continues to nip and nibble.

You are so sweet, Zane says from his place between my thighs. His fingers flick across the crotch of my panties and I almost jump.And soaking wet.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” I mutter under my breath.

Then Vexx is kissing me again while Arc peels my shirt off of my shoulders, a single touch slicing through the thread of the buttons and sending them scattering.

They make me want to let everything go and simply be. Which is absolutely nuts, because I don’t know them, but I do. They’ve always been with me.

They make me want to kneel in front of them for reasons I can’t name.

I shift, leaning forward with my tongue darting out to lick Arc’s chest. Thosemuscles. He groans and the sound rumbles in his chest. Part groan, part growl. Suddenly Zane presses his mouth to my panties and begins to suckle.

Holy. Crap. On. A. Cracker.

I can’t think.

I can’t form words, let alone sentences to tell them what I want. He draws the panties aside and his tongue darts toward my core, lapping at me like I’m his favorite treat.

Vexx reaches down to finger my clit while Zane goes to work on my pussy. Kissing and suckling and pushing me out of my own skin. Arc doesn’t want to be left out and takes one breast into his mouth, then the other. I grasp at empty air because someone better put a dick in my hand immediately if not sooner. All this attention on me…

Why do I deserve this?

It makes no sense to me. But I want it. I want it badly.

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