Page 17 of Her Christmas Monsters

“Clara,” Ethan moans my name, his cock pulsing in my hand. He moves closer, putting him in the perfect position to do something else.

I lower my lips onto the head of his cock, swiping my tongue over the bead of precum on the tip. The salty taste urges me on, and I suck him farther into my mouth, working him in time with my hand on his shaft.

“Don’t stop,” he gasps, his fingers threading through my hair in encouragement.

Soren’s shadows wrap around me, stroking my clit and caressing my nipples in time with the rhythm of our hips coming together. Mind-numbing pleasure rolls through me as we keep our pace, working me closer and closer to that precipice.

“Come for me, Clara,” Soren grunts. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock again, fill me with your intoxicating pleasure.”

I whimper around Ethan’s length, working him faster and harder as Soren urges me higher.

With one final stroke of my clit I come apart and waves of ecstasy wash over me as Soren works me through my orgasm. He moans as my core clenches around him, his breaths coming faster, betraying how close he truly is.

“I’m going to come, Clara,” Ethan gasps, and I suck him harder, ready for his release as it spills over my tongue and down my throat. I hurriedly swallow it.

With one final thrust, Soren grinds his hips again, hitting the perfect spot to trigger another orgasm as his release pours inside me. My lips pop off Ethan’s cock, and I scream out both their names as euphoria ignites within me from the intense climax.

My breaths come in ragged pants, as I desperately try to fill my lungs. My pulse pounds in my ears, but there’s another sound too … an incessant beeping?

“What’s that sound?” I ask tentatively, something niggling at the back of my mind.

“It’s coming from over here,” Ethan says, and leans over to my bedside table.

“Fuck. My alarm,” I gasp.

I reluctantly slide off Soren’s length as Ethan passes it to me.

“Come back,” Soren says, his arms catching me around the waist as he lifts himself up onto his knees to kiss up the curve of my neck.

“I’m so late,” I groan as I catch the time. But honestly, I don’t regret even a second of that.

Chapter Ten

Irunthroughthesmall service hallway that’s nearly empty now. Last night when I’d been here, it was filled with materials as the workers prepared to set everything up in the main part of the mall. I glance at my watch and grimace at how much time has passed.

There’s still plenty of time until the mall opens for the day, but it’s six-thirty in the morning, half an hour past when I was supposed to meet Fynn. I can already imagine the look of disdain on his face as I push open the service door. He already doesn’t like to wait, I’m sure even if I’d gotten here early he would’ve had something to say.

“You’re late,” Fynn barks the moment I step out of the hallway. My eyes collide with his as he stands next to the boarded up display, while construction workers enter and exit through the small door in the side.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I say, unsure what else to say as I pause a few feet away from him.

It’s not like I can really tell him why I was so late. What would I say?Oh I just found out a shadow monster I hooked up with in a dream is real and he showed up at my apartment last night only to have my crush/coworker barge in—and oh it turns out he’s actually a gargoyle. Then we had a threesome this morning, and I lost track of time.

No, that’s not going to happen.

“What’s all this?” he demands, pointing at the mall advertisement boards that reach up to the ceiling.

“It’s to build intrigue,” I scoff like he should already know that. “You warned me that the public might be confused about what we’re trying to do with this display so I’ve organized a launch party and invited all the media. Didn’t you check your email?”

Of course I sent him the email late last night before I left the mall, knowing he most likely wouldn’t have a chance to check before he got here.

“Haven’t had a chance to check it yet, since I was stuck here waiting for you and I left my phone in the car,” he grinds out, rage flickering in his silver eyes as I walk over to him.

“Have you taken a look yet?” I ask, and motion to the display, ignoring his jibe.

Fynn sucks in a sharp breath, and I know he’s about to fling some sort of smart-ass comment at me, when his nostrils flare.

“Clara,” he growls, and I stumble a step back at the rage flickering in his eyes as hot as molten metal.

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