Page 42 of Monsters of Mayhem

“Yeah, but I’ve got to confess it doesn’t look like they’re getting along very well,” I said. “I don’t think Ryder really wants Magnus here at all.”

“I know. I think we need to work on their relationship. They might need brother counseling or something like that,” Laney gesticulated two people coming together.

I chuckled. “Yeah. I can see that going over really . Two monsters going to couples counseling.”

“I have so many questions to ask you,” Laney whispered. “What’s it like to be a monster?”

“I’m not a monster. I’m a banshee,” I pointed out. “That means I’m like a fae harbinger of death. It kind of sucks really, when I think about it.”

“At least you have powers,” Laney moaned. “It’s more than I’ve got.”

I smiled and flopped on the bed to give her a hug. “You have the supreme position of being our token human,” I pointed out. “That makes you pretty special.”

“What’s a human superpower?” she asked.

“The well-adjusted ones like yourself understand emotions a lot better than most.” I pointed out.

“You know he’s in love with you, right,” she said.

I nodded quietly. “We had a little talk about it before we came through the portal.”

“I thought something had changed!” Laney exclaimed. “I was wondering if something would come out of that.”

“Something will come out of it,” I said. “There are problems going on in the world and Ryder’s responsible to sort them out. We’ll just have to wait.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Laney protested. “You understand how much stress that guy is under? I mean seriously there’s no way you’re sleeping in here with me tonight.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You are going right over to his room as soon as this house settles down and you’re going to make up with Ryder and when I mean make up, I mean make out.” She wiggled her hips in a way that made me crack up laughing.

“You’re kidding me,” I said. “Is that all you can think about in a time like this?”

“I’ve always told you I think a lot like a dude.” She shrugged, “but in this case, I’m sure I’m right. The guy needs some stress relief and I think you’re just the ticket for the job.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought she was probably right. I wanted some time alone with Ryder. I was not even in the mood for it to be deep and meaningful. I just wanted to be close with him, to touch his skin, to feel him.

Laney let out a squeal. “There you go! That’s it. I can see you’re thinking about it,” she said pointing at me with a grin on her face. “Go on girl go get it.” She put her hand on the small of my back and pushed me towards the bedroom door before she opened it quickly, shoved me out and I heard the latch lock behind her.

She left me standing in the hallway in a tank top, underwear, and a robe I’d found in the bathroom. Great! This was just perfect. I was going to go and offer myself to Ryder. If I tried to stay focused on his needs rather than my own and worry about his stress levels rather than my own insecurities then maybe all of this made sense.

I slipped quietly down the hall and went to his bedroom door. I didn’t even bother knocking, I just put my hand on the handle and twisted before I slipped inside. The room was dark and it took a while for my eyes to adjust. Ryder was laying on the bed his hands behind his head, legs stretched out, and eyes closed. I was sure my entering the room would be hard to miss. The house was so quiet and silent with all the witches down in the rooms below and Magnus snoring lightly on the couch. Ratchet had only glanced up briefly as I had slunk by.

I approached the bed, moving quietly, but even to my own ears, I could hear the soft padding of my feet across the floor. This man had been my husband. I knew every inch of his skin and now was not the time to be shy. I climbed up not the bed and then trailed my fingers from his toes up to his calves and onto his thighs, kissing his legs as I reached forward and began to stroke his beautiful cock, which was immediately erect to my presence.

Ryder let out a slight groan as my tongue trailed a long line up his inner thigh licking at his scrotum loving the taste of his sweat and muskiness in my mouth. It was a smell and a taste that drove me wild with desire. Immediately juices drifted between my legs.

“Caroline.” He whispered the word in a single breath. It was almost as if it was a relief to get the word out in such a way that I could hear his heart and emotions coming through.

The thought that he wanted me as much as I wanted him spurred me on. Feeling the hard rim of his head against my lips he gently forced me open, his hands reached down to stroke my hair as I took his cock gently in my mouth.

“Oh, Caroline,” he murmured, running his hands through my hair as I took his shaft deeper. Feeling his head against the back of my throat, I let out a contented sigh. This was my man and every inch of him belonged completely to me, my very own monster for all eternity. I worked his cock with escalating enthusiasm my mouth and hands worked together in tandem. His manhood expanded and excitement grew inside me for what I knew was to follow once he had grown tired of laying on his back doing nothing. I grabbed both his balls with my other hand and squeezed them tightly, feeling them clinch up to my touch.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He ground the words out as my mouth worked his cock.

This was no time for a discussion. I knew he was sorry. We’d made some terrible decisions in our lives but the worst decision we made was not telling each other the truth.

I lifted my head from his cock, holding it still in one hand. “No secrets anymore,” I said. “No secrets ever.”

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