Page 45 of Enticing Monsters

“Fuck!” His shadows cover my clit, vibrating hard and fast, just as V pinches my nipples, the pain joining the pleasure and making me shatter.

My head slams into the wall behind me as my body seizes with pleasure, all three of them working me through the wave they’ve created. Lights dance behind my closed lids, and Xander releases my throat, allowing me to take a full, deep breath, which only extends the orgasm.

This is definitely something only they can give me, and I’m already an addict, needy for more of my mates’ attention, never wanting them to stop touching me.

My eyelids flutter open again, taking in the three faces surrounding me. How is it possible I still want more after coming so hard I nearly transcended to a different plane of existence? Who needs a portal for interdimensional travel when they can make me feel like this?

My bonds loosen, and Foster and Xander begin to rub at where I was held, ensuring my blood is flowing and no aches linger from the way I was tied. Not that I’m aching at all—I’m still flying on the endorphin train.

I reach out to stroke Xander’s face and trail my fingers across his cheekbone and down over his lips. The feel of his stubble against the palm of my hand sends a shiver coursing down my spine. I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like against my pussy.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t plan on saying that.

I had a reason for what I did. I couldn’t stand the idea of risking them, but I understand his perspective as well. I wouldn’t want them running off to protect me; I’d rather be by their sides, watching their backs and letting them watch mine.

“I won’t run off again. I’m new to this whole ‘mate’ thing. I didn’t even think…” I clear my throat and attempt to collect my thoughts. “I need to start learning how to work as a team with you guys. It’s not me against the world. It’susagainst the world. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”

“Good girl,” Xander murmurs, brushing another kiss to my lips before pulling back.

“I don’t know. I like when she’s a bad girl,” V teases, leaning in to kiss me himself.

I nip at his lower lip, knowing he wants the sting. He hisses against me, and I snake my tongue out, soothing over the spot I nipped, tasting the copper and salt of blood against my tongue.

Blood?

I pull back, my brow wrinkling in confusion. I didn’t bite him hard enough to make him bleed, did I?

V’s expression of confusion would likely match my own, if it wasn’t for the blood currently staining his teeth and dripping over the edge of his lips.

“V?” His name is raspy on my lips, my voice still raw from our play.

He reaches up a finger, touching the blood as it spills across his chin, and brings it up to study.

“Bl—” He doesn’t finish the syllable before his eyes roll back, his golden skin going ashen as he topples backwards, his limbs beginning to shake and spasm.

“V!” I screech, and I’m instantly on the floor beside him, shoving at his shoulder to force him onto his side as he seizes.

Fuck, did he not take the potion before he came in? I rack my brain, trying to remember if he answered me before.

“Sera?” Foster’s voice shakes slightly as he kneels beside me. “We should get him to Gage.”

I shake my head, my entire focus on the man still seizing beside me. “Not yet. If we restrain him, we can hurt him. Is this his first seizure?”

Xander moves in front of him, ignoring the blood still spilling from V’s mouth that is soaking into his pants. “I’ve never heard that he has seizures, but I doubt he’d advertise it if he did.”

I bite my lip, considering. “Give him a few minutes. It should stop soon. If it doesn’t, we’ll risk moving him.”

Every breath feels like an eternity as we wait to see if it will stop without intervention.

“You’re not allowed to die, Virginia,” I demand, leaning down to whisper in his ear, though I know he can’t hear me. “You’re the angel of death, remember? The only one allowed to kill you is me, and I’m not done beating you up yet.”

Slowly, so slowly I worry I’m imagining it, his body begins to calm, though I can still hear the drip, drip, drip as blood falls from his mouth to the floor. God, how did my parents handle this? Watching a person you care about fall apart, being unable to help them, unable to make them feel better? It tears at your soul, eating at you until you want to scream and cry and rage and break things.

“You’ll be okay,” I promise him, reaching out to smooth a hand across his hair. “You’ll be okay.”

The platitude is all I can offer at the moment, but I’m going to ensure it’s the truth.

Fate has already cursed me with this poisoned body. It isn’t going to take one of my mates too. Even if he is frequently an ass.

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