Page 102 of Monster's Obsession

He dove back in, and judging by the exuberant way he was eating and licking at me, he obviously wanted to make me scream as loud as possible.

I was riding his face when the door opened and Steele appeared in the entryway, not looking surprised at all by what he was seeing.

He stepped inside and closed the door, before walking over to a chair and sprawling on it. Creed didn't even look up, which said a lot for the comfortableness they’d regained the past few months. It was clear it still wasn't like it was, but every day brought more progress.

Creed speared me with his tongue, pushing any thoughts I had away, and my moan ripped through the air.

“Such a perfect mate, letting her king take care of her," Steele drawled.

Creed continued, his fingers joining his efforts. Right before I came, he pulled away and grinned, my juices coating his face in a decadent way.

"More," I demanded, and he went back to work, finally letting me fall off the edge, pleasure coursing through my body so intense, my gaze darkened. Creed bit down on my inner thigh, bringing me back to the present before I blacked out.

I stared down at him in shock, and he just grinned unrepentantly.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" purred Steele, appearing behind me.

I felt…amazing. My nerves were almost completely gone. It was incredible what a good orgasm could do.

I felt Steele’s hardness behind me, and I could see evidence of Creed’s, but neither made any attempts to further anything. Creed rose from the ground gracefully and then took my face in his claw-tipped hand, sealing his lips on mine in a slow, leisurely kiss that had me tasting myself.

"Ready to go?" he murmured.

"Yes," I whispered.

“Now kiss your mate and let us show off our queen,” Creed commanded.

Steele spun me around and pressed his lips against mine, taking my breath away with the promise of later I could practically taste.

"My queen," he murmured, and I flushed as they both took my hands and led me out the door.

This felt like the first day of the rest of my life, and thanks to Creed’s magical tongue…I was now feeling much more ready for it.

Creed opened his mouth to direct the elevator, but I slapped a hand over his face, eliciting confused stares from both him and Steele.

“I want to do it,“ I exclaimed.

“Okay,” Steele drawled. I was sure he could feel the way my heart was thumping in my chest and the nervous energy floating through our bond, but he probably wouldn’t understand why.

“The Valencia Room,” I ordered the elevator softly.

At first, we didn’t move, and my heart sank because if it didn’t work now, it was never going to work. Bane had said the elevator would work when I’d decided to stay, but—I squeaked when the elevator began to move, and a second later opened up into the enormous ballroom-type area where the gathering was being held.

“It worked,” I whispered, moisture pooling into my eyes.

“Well, if that didn’t prove you loved us, I’m not sure what would,” quipped Steele. Creed was his normal, cocky self. But he did grab me and give me a blistering kiss before we stepped out of the elevator.

Only then did I remember he hadn’t washed up after having his face drenched. Not only were the monsters in the room going to smell me…they were also going to smell me on him.

Staring at a beautiful monster who was eyeing Creed and Steele hungrily…I decided that was a good thing. We might need to have an intermission so that Steele could be appropriately marked as well…

Creed let me go and stepped out of the elevator. Steele bowed to me, much more formal than he’d ever been, and motioned for me to walk out ahead of him.

Oh, right. Ash had mentioned the rest of them would act more subservient at the gathering. Only Creed would be able to act as my equal because he was the king.

I hated that, but they’d all insisted it was how it had to be done.

There were black gossamer banners strung along the ceiling, and there was a banner hanging up, this one pink…in honor of my hair, I suppose. There had to be at least three hundred monsters in the room, all of them so different looking that I could spend hours studying them.

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