Page 25 of Claimed By Her Monsters
Chapter Nineteen
The Sweetest Perfume
“Brimstone,” Mick rumbles as he lifts his nose, scenting the air. With a ripple, he transforms into werewolf, half-man, half-wolf. He moves from my breast to my neck, sniffs. “The sweetest perfume,” he growls. The first time I saw him like this I’d been terrified, but he doesn’t scare me anymore. His humanity flashes in the brilliant green of his eyes.
Alister shifts higher as well. He kisses my neck, scraping teeth but not biting. On the other side, werewolf Mick gives the column of my throat a long, luxurious lick. He nuzzles against me, sniffing and snuffling.
“Can I bite you? Please?” Mick asks, his voice high and thin with a dog-like whine that sounds close to desperation.
“Me too?” asks Caspian who still lies between my spread legs.
Alister chuckles in my ear, cool and certain. “You know I’m going to bite you.”
I raise my head to look at Mick and Caspian. “I get Alister, but why do you want to bite me?”
Caspian turns insubstantial. A cool breeze brushes up my body. I shiver when his disembodied voice speaks in my ear. “Witch blood is special. It contains magic.” The word echoes hauntingly through the room.
Magic. Magic. Magic.
Mick’s mouth is tight against my throat, fur tickling. He whimpers like he’s barely holding himself back. “It’s a drug,” he slurs like he’s already drunk on me. “Aphrodisiac.”
A thrill goes through me at the thought of it, all of them drinking from me, consuming me. I extend my neck. “Yes,” I breathe, “bite me. All of you.”
“Make room for me,” Caspian says plaintively to Alister as he turns solid again. His eyes glow, an eerie, unearthly blue.
Alister huffs, but he climbs over my body so he’s next to Mick, leaning over the larger man’s shoulder to reach me. Caspian takes the spot Alister left vacant.
“My bite will hurt,” warns Mick. “It doesn’t have numbing like Alister.”
“Bite as close to me as you can, to help ease the sting,” Alister tells Mick who nods with understanding.
I giggle at the absurdity of it, them working out the logistics of who is biting me where. Twenty-four hour ago Madison would never have guessed this would be where we’d end up.
As one, they kiss and lick and suck at my throat until I’m bucking under them, lusting for them. Alister must bite first, but I don’t feel any pain, only a gentle pull, a suck. On the other side Caspian nips at my skin, a bee sting then his tongue runs over me, licking.
“Ouch!” I cry as Mick’s big sharp wolf teeth sink into my neck. Warmth runs down to soak the pillow under my head. I’m bleeding. “Shit. That hurt.”
“Sorry,” Mick mumbles, “I warned you.” Then he’s lapping at me with a huge rough tongue.
Alister must help because a wave of cold runs over where Mick licks, like someone put an ice pack to a bruise.
Mick raises his head to peer at me. “Okay now?”
“Yes.” I sigh, relax into the mattress as I enjoy the little noises of pleasure the men around me make as they sip from me. Suddenly there’s a scuffle from the left. I glance over to see Alister rear back, blood dribbling down his chin. He snarls and swipes, clawing the back of Mick’s head. Mick looks up and roars in his face. Soon they’re a ball of punches and shoves, each growling at the other.
I rise onto bent elbows. Caspian releases my neck with a small pop.
“Will you two quit it?” I snap at Mick and Alister who freeze guiltily, their hands wrapped around each other’s throats. “You’re being ridiculous,” I tell them, tone sharp. “Alister, move over by Caspian.”
A chagrined Alister with his head bowed shuffles over me. He won’t look me in the eyes as he whispers, “Sorry, bloodlust.”
“As if that excuses it.” I shake my head at him, eyes narrowed with disappointment.
Caspian shifts and Alister settles next to him then places a kiss over my pulse, his way of apologizing. The sucking sensation begins again. A drowsy, floating feeling takes over as the men drink their fill.
Finally, Alister pushes up on an elbow and puts two fingers on my wrist. “Everyone stop.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Her pulse is skipping. We don’t want to weaken her.” He glances at my throat. “May I?”
When I nod, he bends and ghosts a cool lick over each bite. Numbness spreads, then eases as the sting unwinds into warmth. “To seal them,” he murmurs.
