Page 114 of Fated to Monsters

“Where do you want me?” I ask Bo, turning my attention back to the only man remaining who hasn’t fucked me yet.

Bo steps away, freeing himself from my grasp, and shimmies out of his bottoms. He climbs onto the bed, claiming the spot next to Wes, and puts his back against the pillows at the headboard, with his legs straight out and his cock on full display. He takes the base of it into his hand, standing it upright.

I swallow down the lump in my throat and eye him.

“Crawl to me, Birdie.”

And because I’m apparently a newfound obedient little thing, I drop down onto my hands and knees and crawl the short distance over to him, our eyes locked onto each other the whole time.

He reaches underneath of me, grazing his palm over my dangling breasts, giving both an equal amount of attention.

I kiss the tip of his shaft and span my lips over his hardness.

He uses this new closeness to drag his hand over my body until he reaches my center. Bo tangles one hand in my hair and uses the other to glide his fingers over my clit and onto my soaked vulva. Dipping a few of his fingers into my hole, he doesn’t penetrate me any deeper; instead, he teases my entrance and spreads the wetness all over, coating me with the remains of Dash and Wes.

“It’s too big,” I tell him. Bigger than I thought it was going to be.

“You have to want this,” he growls.

“I do.”

“Climb on top, Birdie,” Bo commands and drags me toward him. “If this doesn’t kill you, you’re going to be dying for more.”

“Cocky much?”

“Not cocky. Confident.”

I straddle his legs, his hands resting on my hips, his cock positioned between my pussy lips. I drag myself along his shaft and wonder how it’s possible that he’s going to fit inside of me.

"I need you to talk to me, Birdie. Tell me if it's too much." Bo glances at Wes and then Dash. "I need you two to keep her comfortable and relaxed. Can we do that?"

We collectively murmur, “Yes.”

Wes rises from his seat and kneels beside me, stroking my hair out of my face. “If you want to stop, all you have to do is say so, okay?”

I nod and lean toward him, kissing his lips. “Okay.”

Dash comes over to my other side. “Whatever you need, we’re here for you.” He plants a soft kiss on my cheek.

“I’m ready,” I tell them, because if I’m being completely honest, the anticipation is fucking killing me, and if I don’t do this soon, I might back out. It isn’t that I don’t want to be with Bo or remove the mark, it’s the not knowing every little detail it entails that drives my control-freak mind insane.

What if I’m bad? What if he regrets marking me? What if the guys get upset and realize they’re not okay with sharing me? What if Bo’s giant monster cock rips me in half?

Whatever the outcome may be, I’m surely going to find out soon enough.

I've cross-realm traveled, won a war against an evil tyrant, and survived near-death experiences numerous times—I can handle sex with Bo, right?

“Fuck I can’t do this.”

“Do you want to stop?” Bo pauses.

“No. Give me all of you.”

“Easy, Birdie.” Bo guides my hips up and releases one hand to hold onto his shaft. He lines it up with my dripping entrance and looks into my eyes. “Is this okay?”

I lower myself onto him, his girth spreading me wider than I ever have been. “Yes.” Carefully, I continue down his cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Bo whispers.

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