Page 84 of Enticing Monsters

Hesitation descends over the wolf shifter’s features.

“Can I…?” He scratches at the inside of his wrist. “Can I touch you?”

I want to reassure him that he never needs to ask, but I know how important consent is for him, for both of them. It gives them a level of control that they both lost when they were held by that evil bitch of a teacher.

“Yes, Trist. Touch me. Both of you, touch me.”

Tristan gently cups one of my breasts and skates his thumb over my nipple. That one little touch sends lightning shooting to my core.

Kian moves on my other side, lowering his head slightly and staring up at me through heavily lidded eyes. I answer the question in his gaze with a nod, and then his lips are on my breast, closing around the tip. His tongue flicks at the sensitive nub as a maelstrom of emotion whips around in my chest.

I…love them.

Both of them.

I don’t know when it happened or how, but somewhere along the way, what started off as friendship turned into something deeper, something real. Yes, they have baggage, but that doesn’t make them any less deserving of love and affection.

And Idolove them.

So, so much.

I allow my eyelashes to flutter shut at the simultaneous sensations—Tristan’s rough palm on my breast contrasted with Kian’s hot mouth and tongue.

My eyes snap back open when I’m shifted slightly, settling between Tristan’s legs as Kian kisses down my stomach. Tristan continues to tease and fondle my breasts as Kian pokes his tongue into my belly button, eliciting a giggle from me. And then he moves lower, towards the waistband of my panties.

“Kian,” I say quickly, funneling my fingers through his golden hair and guiding his face up. “You don’t have to.”

I know that his previous…partners often saw him as a tool for their pleasure. I don’t want him to think he has to do that with me.

“I know.” He kisses my lower belly. “But I want to. Is that all right?”

A sudden shyness enters his features—red rising up his neck and splashing onto his cheeks.

“Yes,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair lovingly.

He lowers his lips back to my skin and slowly begins to edge down my panties before tossing them aside.

Tristan pinches my nipple, and a ripple of desire tears through me.

“You’ll need to be quiet,” he murmurs in my ear. “We don’t want Cadmus to hear you.”

“Oh…fuck.” I completely forgot that a virtual stranger is on the other side of that door.

Hopefully, the pelting of rain on the rooftop and the boom of thunder drown out all other sounds.

“Foster is going to regret choosing Cadmus over you,” Kian teases, a playful glint entering his eyes.

“Nah.” Tristan smirks at his cousin. “He’s probably getting just as hard talking about old Faerie history and politics.”

“His loss.” Kian returns his attention back to my bare pussy.

“Yes. Definitely his loss,” Tristan agrees.

Kian stares at me for so long, I start to feel a little self-conscious. A part of me wants to close my legs and hide from his prying gaze. But before that thought can fester, Tristan twists my face and claims my lips with his. At the same moment, Kian buries his face in my cunt and begins to lick.

Tristan kisses me like he wishes to devour me whole. Each flick of his tongue against my own speaks to some deep, dark splice of my soul.

He’s mine.

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