Page 10 of Fated to Monsters

Bo surprises me by filling me with another finger, the width of all of them spreading me wider. He heaves them deep and pinches my clit between his lips.

“Fuck,” I whimper and tug his hair tighter.

It only takes one more thrust of his hand and I come undone around him, my whole body quivering with pleasure.

Bo slows his torment but continues to lick and suck me. He glides his fingers out, spreading me open for him to get a better access point with his mouth. His tongue slips inside of me, going further than I imagined it could. He softens his hold on my leg.

I spasm on his tongue and release my hand from his head, dropping it to the side and melting into the bed.

After another minute of exploration, he concludes his tour by leaving the gentlest kiss on my pussy lips. He runs his fingers down my thigh as he stands. Still licking my desire off his lips, he says, "Is that what you wanted, Birdie?"

I stare up at him through my lashes. “That…and more.”

He shakes his head. “You can’t handle more.”

“You don’t know that.” I push down the anger that instinctually rises to the surface.

Bo tips his head toward the bathroom. “Hound boy is finishing up. He can have you next.”

“Excuse me?” I rise up onto my elbows. “What do you think I am, some whore you can all have your way with?”

“That’s not what I said.” Bo takes a step back as I push onto my feet in front of him.

“Sounded like that’s what you meant.”

“It isn’t what I meant and you know it.”

“That’s the thing, Bo.” I glare up at him. “I don’t know. Because you won’t fucking tell me. You’re full of arrogance and banter but refuse to say anything real.”

Bo remains standing there, his mouth pinched in a hard line.

"See." I shove his chest. "Nobody is forcing you to be here, Bo. Leave if that's what you want." But before he can see the tears welling in my eyes, I turn away from him and march to the bathroom, and shut the door.

"What's wrong?" Wes asks the second I'm in the closed-off space. He comes over from his spot at the counter.

“Nothing,” I lie. “What were you doing over there?”

Wes glances back and then focuses on me. “Just being nosey and looking at all the stuff in the cabinet. This human world fascinates me.” He sighs and pulls me to his chest. “Tell me what happened.”

I close my eyes and savor the comfort of his body, his truth, his unfaltering loyalty to me.

“Bo being Bo,” I finally mutter into him.

Wes pats my back gently. “Want me to kill him?”

I peel myself off him. “Kind of.” I force a laugh. “Just kidding. Don’t actually.” My fingers trace the outline of the alpha mark on my neck. “Especially while I’m still connected to him.”

Maybe that’s why Bo sticks around; he feels bad about the alpha mark. If he leaves, it will ignite the beacon and alert demons to my whereabouts. But, if that’s the case, why doesn’t he just remove it and be done if being around us is so fucking terrible?

“Did he tell you how to remove it?” I ask Wes.

“No, just that my hound wouldn’t like whatever it is.”

“And I asked if any of you had to die, and he said no. What else could it be?”

Wes shrugs. “I have no idea.”

Whatever it is, it’s bad enough that he’s keeping it from us.

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