Page 28 of Monsters in Love

She shrugged. “If I were drunk enough, probably.”

“Okay. I’m real.”

“Yes, you’re real,” she mocked.

I was about to snap a response when a growl echoed through the library. The first stab of panic hit me as reality sank in, and I didn’t even give the human time to process it.

I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and then looked at Adam.

He gave me a nod of assurance, and the two of us took off, diving straight into the library maze from hell.

Daphne

I'd convinced myself this really was a dream until now.

Andrew slammed me up against one of the shelves, protecting me from the burst of flames that spewed from the dragon's mouth. I buried my face against his chest, holding onto him for dear life.

Apparently, Cyclopes were heat resistant. Also, apparently, they could run pretty damn fast.

Also, apparently, their erections lasted a lifetime.

Hard or not, he was now my protector and the only thing keeping me alive.

I heard Adam shout, and another burst of flames hit us. Andrew groaned, his grip around me tightening.

I was caught between death and a sexy monster.

Sexy?

I really was going crazy.

I wanted to believe this was a dream, but the cut on my forehead from falling into one of the shelves was too real. The blood dripping down my face was definitely not made up.

And Andrew's hard-on was one hundred percent not a fantasy.

The fire died, and I was immediately tossed like a doll, then caught by Adam.

He was a lot more gentle with me, holding me like a baby as he ran down the rows of books.

"We just have to get to one of the stopping points, then we'll be safe," he grunted.

I nodded, burying my face against him. He smelled like books and tobacco, but in an aphrodisiacal way. I found myself breathing him in, wondering what he would taste like if I kissed him.

Fuck.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Ever since the initial shock had worn off, all I could think about was sex. With monsters. With one-eyed hunky librarians.

My life was at risk, we were being chased by a dragon in a book whore's fantasy of a library, and all I wanted was what I had seen in that drawing.

"Your scent is intoxicating," Adam groaned as he took me around a corner.

We were bathed in shadows, and he became still, pressing me into another shelf so he could protect me if there were more flames.

He wasn't as forceful as Andrew was. His hands were massive, but his fingers were gentle. He leaned in for a moment, his nose brushing my neck.

I shivered against him, letting out a moan. He immediately covered my mouth with his hand, silencing me.

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