Page 30 of Fated to Monsters

I’d do anything for her, other than what’s right, because all I seem to know how to do is the wrong thing.

Every word that leaves my mouth is interpreted an entirely different way than intended, and despite my best attempts, I fuck up left and right.

She’d be better off if I disappeared and never came back.

But I can't. Not when she bears the mark of my bite on her neck, and my distance means the flesh-hungry demons of Earth would be able to track her down and kill her.

I made a mistake marking her. I just didn’t realize the severity of it until after my feelings developed. Hatred was replaced by something I didn’t and still don’t recognize. I do, however, get glimpses of what it should be when I see her with Wes and Dash.

We could have that, but I won’t allow it. Not when I’m no good for her and her main attraction toward me is a result of the stupid fucking mark I gave her without her consent.

And ridding her of the beacon my mark exudes would be a worse fate than she's already met, and I can't bring myself to do that to her either.

Instead, I have to be around her with this ache in my chest and the knowledge that she will never be mine—not truly.

“I’m coming,” I tell her, my trail hot on hers. I breathe her in, her scent lingering in the air with each step she takes.

The soaps in this world do nothing to mask her true, delectable scent.

I can even catch whiffs of the blood pulsing through her veins and causing my throat to burn with a lust unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I want so badly to sink my fangs into her neck and taste her once again, but if I do, there’s no telling if I’ll have the self-control to stop this time.

She tastes better than I ever could have imagined, and just the thought of my mouth pooling with her blood makes my cock throb in my pants.

Her desire rivals the decadence of her blood, and if I had my choice, I would drown in both and die a happy fucking man.

My dick pulses at the thought of pleasing her while she’s on her moon cycle, my two favorite things paired with the idea of bringing her to climax.

“Actually, on second thought. I have to go.” I throw my thumb up and point behind me.

“What?” She turns on her heels. “Where?”

“I, uh, I have somewhere to be.” I glance at my wrist despite not wearing a watch. “Yeah, the time.” I take a few steps back, and once I’m out of the room, I dart down the hall and disappear out of sight.

“Bo,” she calls out but it’s too late, I’m already gone.

I rush up the stairs, ignoring the usual appeal I have to tear down Tremont’s door and rip his limbs from his body, and go into the bedroom Wren has claimed as hers. I drag my shirt over my head, toss it onto the floor, and step out of my pants on the way to the bathroom. I close the door and lock it behind me. With a deep breath, I step into the shower and yank the faucet on, turning it to its coldest setting.

I stand under it for a full minute, my hand pressed into the wall and my head down, the water rolling over my face. It does nothing to rid my mind of the image of her soaking wet and spread in front of me. I lick my lips, the taste of her so fresh in my memory that I can still smell her delicious lust.

With my free hand, I grip my cock and stroke its full length, hoping that will be enough to stave off my hunger. But when my eyes close, and the thought of her pussy clenching around my fingers fills my head, I grow even harder in my grasp.

“Angels,” I whisper.

I want her so badly it hurts.

I change the water from freezing cold to scalding hot and return my palm to my dick. I rock it up and down, squeezing tighter and deciding that the only thing I can do now is find a release. Maybe if I come, I won’t be so fucking tense and ready to kill anyone. Who am I kidding though? That’s how I always am regardless of whether I’m horny or not.

Imagining her hand in place of mine, I stroke myself faster, wanting this whole experience to be behind me. It's not that I don't enjoy a good self-pleasuring moment, but when it's to stop yourself from making bad decisions, the fun kind of goes out the window.

“Did you really come in here to jerk off?” Her voice fills the entire bathroom and rattles through my entire core.

“Maybe,” I tell her. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish, so either stay and watch or get out.”

“How about I do you one better?”

I glance over my shoulder to find her undressing.

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