Page 23 of The Monsters We Are

She hissed at the sting. “Not too hard.”

Cain flicked her a silencing look. “I’ll bite you as hard as I please, pretty witch.” He sank his teeth into the swell of one breast, and she knew he’d left a mark.

Wynter’s breath snagged in her throat as carnal, spinetingling pleasure breezed over her soul, hot and drugging.Oh, mother of God.Her nerve-endings fired up. The fine hairs on her body lifted. Her feminine parts went crazy.

The pleasure came again, surfing along her soul in a scorching crackly wave that bit and scraped like teeth and nails. More and more sensations assaulted her—some soft and gentle as a feather, some dark and sharp like the spank of a hand.

Endorphins flooded her body and made her head swim. Every part of her felt so ultra-sensitive she didn’t think she could take it. Her core was hot and wet and achy—worse,empty.

As yet more pleasure rolled over her very being, she became distantly aware of him dropping to his knees. Of a hand cuffing her ankle and snaking its way up her leg. Of sharp teeth nipping her inner thigh. But the soul-deep sensations made it hard for her to focus on the physical.

“Such silky smooth skin.” He tossed her leg over his shoulder and nuzzled her pussy—andthatshe easily focused on. “Hmm, deliciously slick. I’m going to lick you clean.”

Wynter groaned as a tongue swiped between her folds in a long, sensual lick that ended with a lash to her clit.Oh, Jesus.She slapped her hands onto the wall behind her, careful not to knock the nearby tapestry.

Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue lashed and delved. The friction inside her built with every lick, flick, and stab of his blessed tongue. Then there was the wicked assault on her soul. So many sensations . . . There was heat. There was cold. There was pain. There was pleasure. It all blended together and shoved her closer to her release. God, she was gonna comeso hard.

He stopped. It all stopped.

Her eyes snapped open as a growl of frustration scraped the back of her throat. “Motherfucking sadist.”

Cain stood, not bothering to fight the urge to smile. “At your service.” There was something exhilarating about seeing her caught on the knife-edge of an orgasm, desperate to come and furious with him for making her wait.

He wouldn’t make her wait any longer, though. Couldn’t. He needed to be inside her. His dick was so full and heavy it hurt.

He lifted her and hooked her legs over the crooks of his elbows. “Now be a good little toy and let me wreck you.” He thrust upwards, slamming his cock deep, gritting his teeth as her inner walls gripped him tight.

The breath whooshed out of her, and her head fell back. “Jesus,” she rasped, clutching his upper arms.

He licked his way up the lifegiving vein in her neck. His inner creature wanted to bite it. Taste her blood. Inject its venom into her so it would be part of her. “You have no idea how badly my monster wants to mark you right now. It’ll do it soon, Wynter. You and I both know it.”

Cain used the weight of his upper body to pin her in place as he fucked her. He took herhard. Aggressively. Possessed her like a feral beast caught in a frenzied mating.

Even as he pounded into her pussy, he repeatedly struck her soul with waves, whips, and featherlight flicks of electric pleasure/pain. She was with him every step of the way, verbally urging him on.

His balls tightened when her eyes lost focus and turned cloudy, as if she was floating in some in-between space. Knowing he didn’t have long before his release took him, he changed his angle, ensuring he hit her clit with every bruising thrust.

She sucked in a sharp breath and dug her nails harder into his upper arms as her pussy began to spasm. “Cain, I need to come,” she all but whimpered, her eyes now wet with tears.

He groaned, his cock swelling. “So do it. Come on, let go, cry for me. Yes, that’s my baby.” They both came together—her screaming and shaking, him snarling and ramming his cock hard into her body over and over.

As they trembled with aftershocks, Cain buried his face in her neck, utterly sated. His monster made a low hiss of complaint, acutely feeling the absence of a bond to the woman it had chosen as its own.Soon, Cain assured it. They’d be bound soon.

Chapter Six

Anabel groaned in delight. “Oh my God, how have I never eaten this before?”

Wynter felt her face scrunch up. “Pumpkin and pizza are two things that really shouldn’t go together.” She loved both foods, but she had no desire whatsoever to combine them in such a way.

All sorts of fall- or Halloween-themed food and drinks were being sold by the many street traders. The town was currently a hub of buzzing activity. When she’d seen “street party” on the schedule, she hadn’t anticipated exactly how hectic it would be. It was like almost the entire underground city had made their way up to the surface.

Cain had wanted to attend the street party with Wynter, but of course he and the other Ancients needed to attempt to wake Abaddon. She sure hoped it worked, because she wasn’t so certain the Ancients could truly punch a hole through their cage without Abaddon’s help. She looked forward to asking him why on Earth he kept drawing her to Cain’s garden in her sleep.

Anabel held out her pizza slice. “Taste it, Wyn, you’ll like it, I promise.”

Munching on his own slice, Xavier nodded.

Leaning back slightly, Wynter held up her half-eaten pretzel. “I’m good, thanks.”

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