Page 86 of Enticing Monsters

I tug on his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He smirks and moves to stand beside the bed. I watch with bated breath, unable to look away, as Kian removes his shirt first, revealing hard, streamlined muscles. My mouth waters, wanting to taste all of that golden skin, and I think I make a whimpering sound low in my throat. His cocky smirk broadens, turning into a full-fledged smile.

And when his hands move to the waistband of his pants and tug them down, I swear all coherent thoughts flee. The monkey in charge of my brain begins pressing random buttons.

It takes me a few tries, but I finally manage to stutter out, “Y-you’re beautiful.”

He wraps a hand around the base of his dick, long and thick. I never thought it was possible for a man to have a perfect cock before. Don’t get me wrong. All of my men—at least the ones that I’ve seen so far—have awesome dicks, but Kian’s is…

Perfect.

The corners of his lips twitch.

“Pot calling the kettle black.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” I don’t know why that question comes out shy and timid instead of flirty the way I intended it to.

Maybe it’s because, beneath all of the bravado and sharp knives, I’m still a girl who wants to be desired and loved. Who wants to be told that she’s perfect the way she is, even with her limitations.

“The most beautiful star that ever graced the sky, more brilliant than the sun and more dazzling than the moon.” He crawls over my body and kisses me. “I love you, angel. I love you in a way that makes me feel stupid and silly and hopeful all at once. I love you in a way that I never thought was real, that I assumed didn’t exist for people like me. I love you in a way that makes me struggle to think of words to say because the English vocabulary isn’t strong enough to articulate what I feel for you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He punctuates each declaration with a kiss to my overheated flesh. “I don’t have a condom, but I promise I’m clean and?—”

“I’m on the pill.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

He lines himself up with my entrance, his eyes never leaving my own, and then slowly slides inside of me. Instinctively, my eyes flutter closed, and I release a loud moan that I’m sure can be heard over the clap of thunder.

“Eyes on me, angel,” Kian instructs. “I want to see you when you fall apart, when your perfect pussy milks my cock for all it’s worth.”

He begins to move, each slide of his length inside of me sending bursts of pleasure spiraling through me. I feel so full, so loved, so adored. That heat coils tight, building in preparation to strike, and all I can do is grip his shoulders and chant his name.

“You feel so good, angel. So perfect. So tight.” He begins to move even faster, each movement of his hips erratic, and I love that I was able to get him to lose control.

One of his hands leaves my hip and settles just above my stomach. At first, I don’t understand what he’s doing, but then I feel it.

“Oh god.”

Even though he’s not touching them, both of my nipples feel as if they’re being stimulated simultaneously. Something begins to flick my clit, but I know it’s not Kian—at least, not physically—because I’m aware of both of his hands and can feel the pressure of them on my skin.

My eyes widen in surprise, and my lips part on a silent scream. It feels so good, almost too good.

A heat I’ve never felt before courses through me like an unrelenting wildfire, fast and dangerous. I don’t even get a chance to warn Kian before I come with a scream, one he quickly muffles with his lips. My pussy squeezes his dick as tremors reverberate through me. He thrusts inside of me two more times before he, too, explodes with a muffled roar, one I chase away with my tongue in his mouth.

When we both come down from our high, we’re breathing heavily, our skin slick with sweat, our cheeks flushed.

Kian slowly, almost reluctantly, pulls out of me and rolls onto his back. I immediately rest my head on his chest and curl against his side. We should probably clean up and then rejoin the others. Figure out what Foster learned from Cadmus.

But neither of us moves.

The silence is serene and comfortable…but also fleeting. This is just the calm before the storm.

We both know that any second now, our worlds could implode. All we can do is hold each other a little tighter, a little closer, and pray we’re strong enough to survive.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

FOSTER

When Tristan steps out of the bedroom, his curly hair mussed like someone just ran their hands through it, I know without a shadow of doubt what he’s been up to.

I wait for a pang of jealousy to ricochet through me, but surprisingly, it never comes. If anything, I feel…aroused just thinking about Lost getting pleasured by two of her other mates.

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