Page 24 of Claimed By Her Monsters
“Alister,” he says in a choked voice. “We’ve missed you, Caspian and me. In our bed, in our lives.” He takes in a shuddering breath like these words cost him something and the back of my throat tightens in sympathy.
“One hundred years you stayed away from us,” he says, anguish dragging down his mouth. “Far too long.”
Alister scrubs a hand over his jaw. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You know why I left.”
Mick’s voice roughens. “You’re chasing your mate.”
“I can’t shake it,” Alister says. “I feel them out there. Waiting for me. Needing me.”
“We know,” Mick says, swallowing. “We want that for you too. Just…don’t make a century of itnext time.”
“We’ll wait for you,” Caspian murmurs. He steps in behind Alister, wraps his arms around his chest, and presses a kiss to his neck.
Alister’s eyes slip closed and a low moan slips out of him. Mick leans in and kisses Alister then, mouth open, tongue moving, with his hand tightly gripping Alister’s hair to hold him in place like he’s scared if he lets go Alister might vanish.
A groan rumbles from Alister like it’s being ripped out without his permission.
The air hums with lust and grief and unresolved feelings.
Mick and Caspian respond to the groan by tightening their grip on Alister. They move more aggressively as Mick drops to Alister’s feet and strokes his hand over Alister’s straining cock. Caspian winds around Alister’s chest like smoke, taking Mick’s place and kissing Alister with passion.
Watching them, three beautiful men give into their desire for each other is turning me on more than I ever would have imagined. My fingers go to my clit and start to circle at the same time that Mick takes Alister’s considerable length into his mouth. He slides down, deep throating Alister. I moan at the sight, my fingers moving faster, slipping as I get wet. There’s the sound of Mick moving up and down on Alister, the slick of me pleasuring myself, and Caspian’s soft needy moans. Just as our pleasure climbs to its peak, Alister rips his hands down his body, knocking the other men away from him.
“Stop,” his voice rings out. The others shrink back and I see it. Mick may be the werewolf, but Alister is the alpha.
Alister’s eyes narrow on the other two as he snaps out, “This isn’t what we’re here for.” Then they soften. “We can finish this conversation another time, but this night is about Madison.”
Three sets of eyes turn my way, green, brown, and black.
“Sorry,” huffs Mick to me while Caspian bows his head, chastised.
“It’s okay,” I tell them, and I mean it. All night, I’ve seen the way they care for each other, but with care often comes pain and I can’t imagine how multiplied it is when you’ve lived with other people for hundreds of years. So much time, so many opportunities to screw up and hurt the ones you love. If we had more hours tonight, I’d tell them to talk, work it out. Anyone can see the bond these men share is special. Something to be treasured, protected. Caspian and Mick both seem relieved that I’m not angry with them. They murmur soft words of thanks.
“Take her hands,” Alister tells the other men who come to each side of me.
I reach for them, partly because I want to offer them comfort. I know they’re hurting. Mick covers my left with his huge hand, and Caspian cups the right like it’s a bird. Alister stands between them, right in front of me.
No one moves for a heartbeat.
Then Alister shocks me by dropping to his knees before me. “Tonight, we worship you.”
The candles answer, small flames bow as if in prayer.
Still holding my hands, Mick and Caspian also go to their knees. Caspian is solemn when he repeats the vow, “Tonight we worship you.” Mick’s voice is raw, thick with emotion as he echoes, “Tonight we worship you.”
They climb onto the bed with me. I scoot back until my head hits the pillows. Caspian is the first to kiss me, a hesitant brush of his lips to mine, followed by a more confident swipe of his tongue into my mouth. I sigh, my body lighting up. Mick comes next. He holds my cheeks in his hands and plunges his tongue into my mouth like a pirate raiding a coastal town. He tastes like tequila and sin. Alister is the last, a slow lingering kiss where his tongue swirls around mine in a hypnotic rhythm. As he continues to kiss me, the others touch. A rough hand I know is Mick caresses my breast, pinches my nipple lightly. A softer hand, Caspian, strokes up my inner legand into the apex of my thighs, until he hits my clit and rubs his thumb over it.
My back arches, rises off the bed. Without breaking his mouth from mine, Alister’s hand comes to my other breast and squeezes, kneads. My brain sparks, sizzles. They’re touching meeverywhereand it’s overwhelming in the best way. Sensation rises, then crashes, and repeats, like a tidal wave. Caspian’s fingers are replaced by his mouth between my legs. He licks into me, leisurely strokes of his tongue. Alister moves his mouth to my nipple which he bites gently, keeping his sharper teeth away from it. Mick nips at my other breast, sending electricity dancing down my spine. I thread my fingers through Alister’s and Mick’s hair and press them closer, urging them on.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, my heart hammering so hard I think I might die.
I run my fingernails up and down Alister’s and Mick’s backs as Caspian adds his fingers to his mouth, slipping first one and then two digits into me. The stretch is delicious.
Downstairs, I’d felt guilty, conflicted for wanting all three of them, but here with one on each breast and the third between my legs I let that shame go and embrace the chaotic pleasure they bring to me as they worship my body with hands, fingers, and mouths.
I groan and they answer with their own sighs and gasps. Pleasure rises in me wave after wave, cresting higher and higher. Caspian pushes in another finger, shoves deep, and I shatter. I cry out, my body shuddering through the orgasm, trembling so hard it feels like I might break apart. The scent of smoke, but sharper and more bitter, hits my nose. My eyes snap open to see wispy tendrils, black as night, rise like steam from my body.
All three men lift their eyes to watch it float away.
