Page 22 of Enticing Monsters

“Keep looking at me that way, and we’ll be having a different kind of dessert,” Devyn warns as he places the plate in the dishwasher.

I snort. Devyn is usually so serious that it’s almost strange to see him let loose and joke around. I can’t remember the last time he lowered his inhibitions around me or anyone else. I like this side of him and can’t help but wonder if this is how he’ll behave every day as soon as the murderer is caught. I hope so. I really, really do.

“Oh my god. That’s so cheesy,” I say.

“Is it? Because I can’t think of anything more appetizing than your sweet pussy.” His eyes sparkle with mischief, and I swear I die a thousand deaths.

Is it hot in here?

Good lord.

My cheeks feel as if they’re on fire, and I suddenly can’t think of a single word to say. Because holy fuck. I desperately want to take Devyn up on that offer.

“You have such a dirty mouth,” I finally manage to stutter out, twisting slightly to hide the pink in my cheeks.

“I can show you exactly how dirty my mouth is,” Devyn promises.

I make a strangled noise and grip the countertop so tightly my knuckles bleach white.

Do not jump the handsome cop, Sera. Now isn’t the time.

Devyn’s fingers lightly trail across the inside of my wrist, eliciting a fresh round of goose bumps. I twist slightly to see him staring at me intently, all teasing gone from his eyes.

“One day, things won’t be as chaotic and crazy as they are now,” he promises. “One day, I’ll be able to care for you the way a mate should. We’ll go on dates. Have fun. Enjoy life.” The corners of his lips begin to twitch. “Then, at night, just before bed, you’ll ride my face until you’re screaming for more. And me, being a good mate, will give in and slam my cock into your tight pussy. I’ll fuck you for hours, relishing your screams and the way you drag your fingernails down my back. You’ll forget all of this bad shit. Hell, you’ll even forget your own name. All you’ll know is how good I’m capable of making you feel.”

Oh. My. God.

Every inch of my body is on fire—both because of his heartfelt words and the dirty image he so expertly painted.

I want that too.

So damn much.

But in my fantasy, Devyn isn’t the only man in my bed.

Longing for that life nearly takes my breath away. I can feel a strange misting sensation in my eyes.

Is “normal” even possible for us?

What would I give up to ensure it is?

Everything,a voice whispers in the back of my head.You’ll give up everything.

Devyn is staring at me intently, but before I can even think of what to say or how to respond, Xander materializes behind him, one brow raised. The Seelie’s gaze dips to the pie and the two missing pieces.

“What’s this?” Suspicion laces his tone.

“Nothing,” I say at the same moment Devyn blurts, “We didn’t have pie. It was already missing two pieces.”

I stare at Devyn incredulously. “Remind me again how you’re the top investigator for the FIB? Because you suck at this whole ‘evade suspicion’ thing.”

“Xander scares me,” Devyn says in a mock-whisper, his gaze never leaving his brother’s face.

Xander rolls his eyes. “If you two heathens are donenot eating pie…” He gives us a pointed look. “Then come to the table. Dinner is ready, and there’s a lot we need to discuss.”

“Like how long we can all hold our breaths while you sit on our faces, one after the other,” Devyn mutters, just low enough that I’m the only one who can hear.

I slap his shoulder. “Shut up. I hate you.”

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