Page 44 of Enticing Monsters

Flames flicker around Foster and run across V’s wing, causing sparks to fly off of him. V scoffs, ignoring the fact that his wing is on fire, before moving slightly to the side so that Foster can step around him.

My elemental’s gaze flashes down to where Xander’s hand is still buried under my skirt, teasing small circles onto the inside of my thigh, before he pushes his glasses up his nose and steps closer. “Are you okay with this?”

V chuckles, the sound dark rather than humorous. “You think she’d let him if she wasn’t?”

Okay, the prince of vaginas definitely has a point. It’s still cute that Foster asked, though. Being around so many dominant personalities, it’s a comfort to know that Foster has my back and is looking out for me.

“I’m good, hot stuff.” I wink at him and gasp as Xander’s hands tighten on my throat.

“Do you like him watching you, Ms. Jenkins?” The question is rhetorical, I know, considering he can feel the wetness coating me. “Knowing he wishes he were here in my spot, touching you, waiting for you to come apart all over me? Maybe he wants to be on his knees in front of you, tasting you, learning how sweet you are.”

A high, tinkling whimper works its way out of my throat even as icy shadows pin my hips in place, preventing me from getting that last bit of friction I need.

Once I get this orgasm, I’m going to kick all of their asses.

Or demand another. That may be a better plan. A girl can never have too many orgasms, and my body is starved for them.

“Oh, my kitten definitely likes that idea,” V purrs.

His wings shimmer in the air before disappearing, and he hauls Foster forward from behind him, until they’re on either side of Xander, helping him box me in. It isn’t like I planned on running anywhere.

Oh no. I’m trapped. Whatever will I do?

Between the orgasm I’m on the edge of and the shadows that are adding to my body’s overstimulation, all I can think about is Foster and V adding their hands to me as well.

Is this some reaction to them being my mates? Or is this just me, craving all of these sexy, dangerous men?

Xander lightly brushes against my clit, and the thoughts fall from my head as I buck the scant half inch I’m able to, chasing his finger. Foster strokes a hand across my knee, the heat of his hand a sharp contrast to Xander’s icy shadows.

“Where are your claws now, Kitten?” V teases, leaning down to nip at my ear.

“She may be all claws for you, V, but our girl knows that’s not the only side of pleasure. Don’t you, sweetheart? You’re such a good girl for me, giving up your control, aren’t you? You know that we’ll take care of you. We’ll protect you. That’s what a good mate does.” Xander’s voice is a husky caress, every word accompanied by a swipe of his fingers, driving me higher and higher.

V reaches under my skirt, shredding my panties in a single tug, leaving me completely exposed to them. Xander’s shadows wrap around my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart, far wider than I’d be able to handle without his shadows to keep me standing.

My core clenches tightly, desperate for the men around me.

“Seems our mate is feeling needy.”

Have I ever heard that tone from Foster before? The errant thought trails through my mind, but all I can do is take in the way his eyes gleam behind his glasses, the way his warmth is stroking against me, joining with the cold in a way that makes me tremble in their grasps.

“Ah, but she was a naughty mate,” Xander reminds him. I don’t even have it in me to scowl at him, my focus glued to the sensations they’re pulling from me. “She doesn’t deserve to come, no matter how pretty she’d be if she does.”

“We could always edge her while we come instead,” V suggests with a vulpine, wicked grin. “Leave her tied up, panting and desperate and dripping for us, until the ache of the need drives her mad.”

This time I do manage a glare, which only makes him laugh.

A needy, pleading sound works its way from my throat, and Foster groans in response. Cold and warmth spear into me, a shocking combination that has me nearly screaming, the orgasm just out of my reach as Foster and Xander both slide a finger inside of me at the same time.

Xander leans down to kiss me hard and deep, his tongue dancing with mine before he pulls back. His eyes flare with need as he traces my lower lip.

“I should punish you, Ms. Jenkins. Leave you aching for me, for us. Maybe if I keep you constantly needy for us, you won’t be running off without us. You’ll know you’ll need us to put out the ache we ignite in you.” His thrusts speed up, keeping perfectly in time with Foster’s, and my breath stutters in my chest, all of my muscles tightening, fighting for relief.

I feel as if I’m balancing precariously on the tip of a knife. Any second now, I’m either going to topple to one side or drop down and be skewed.

But goddamn would I love to be skewed by these three men…

“Please, sir.” The words are barely more than a shaping of my lips, they’re so quiet, but whether he hears them or reads them, he groans.

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