Page 32 of Fated to Monsters

“I…I didn’t mean to.” Because showing her that side of me, truly exposing who I am, was never what I wanted to happen and part of the reason why I can’tbewith her.

“Bo,” Wren rises to her feet but still has to look up at me. “I’m not afraid of you.” She stands taller and presses her body closer to mine. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

But haven’t I already? Both physically and emotionally?

She slides her finger down my arm and latches onto my hand, slowly moving it between us and tracing it over her clit and down her vulva. “I want you, Bo. All of you.” She continues moving me as she spreads her legs slightly. Wren lifts her leg and holds it against my side, and without thinking and simply letting myself do what it wants, I thrust two fingers into her.

Her head tilts back. “That’s it.”

And in a sheer millisecond, I shove her into the wall, lower myself in front of her, and with her leg over my shoulder, I taste her once more. I’m more aggressive this time than last, my tongue morphing into my demonic tongue, the end splitting and touching both sides of her clit before diving down and lapping up her juices. I fuck her harder, giving her another finger to fill her fuller while dragging my other hand up her body and pinching her nipple between my fingers. I cup her breast in my hand and return to her nipple, squeezing harder when she moans louder.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I thrust them in deeper and harder, my knuckles hitting her pelvic bone. I suck on her clit and bare my teeth, my fangs slicing her ever so softly. Considering how ravenous I am, I remain in control, only allowing myself the smallest indulgences.

But when the taste of her blood tempts me, I nearly lose it all.

I breathe in, desperate to not tear her apart right here and now, and center myself on the subtle movements of her body. I focus on her heartbeat, her ragged breaths, and the pulsing of her pussy on me.

Wren whimpers and comes undone, her pleasure satisfying me in an entirely different way than I was only moments ago.

She finishes and I stand, gently lowering her leg onto the damp tile floor.

Together, we step fully back under the steaming hot water and rinse off in silence.

I grow worried with each quiet moment until finally, she speaks.

“I’m still mad at you.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear and study the shape of her jaw and trail my gaze up to meet hers. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Why are you so difficult?” she asks me.

“Why do you expect me to be anything else?”

Wren sighs. “Touché.”

I don't say anything else. Instead, I listen in a manner that only someone who's paying great attention could. Her chest rises, her heart stutters, and she swallows harshly. She's thinking about something that makes her unsteady.

“If you don’t want to be with me, why don’t you just tell me?” Wren avoids making direct eye contact with me.

I don’t mean to, but I smirk at her shy vulnerableness. She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever known and here she is, showing insecurity.

But who am I to judge—I’m in the same exact boat. All this boils down to my fear that once the mark is gone, she will no longer want me, and with its removal, I’ll never actually know.

“That’s what you think this is?” I lean against the wall of the shower and avoid gawking at her naked and wet body.

“What else would it be?”

That I’m scared, terrified really, and for the first time in my life, I have someone I want to keep but have no idea how to make that happen because from the very moment I laid my eyes on her, I’ve been making mistake after mistake and setting us up for nothing but failure.

I don’t say that though.

Nor do I mention that I have no idea how I’ll fit in, in this world. It’s unfamiliar and new and different and a demon like me can never exist with humans. I get angry and kill people and take what I want when I want it. That doesn’t work here, at least not in reality, only in fiction. Being a murderous psychopath is frowned upon, and I don’t know how to be anything else.

If she wants to stay here, there’s nothing I can do to stop her, nor would I. I might be a blatant asshole, but I do actually care about what’s best for her. And if living out her days in this realm with Dash and Wes is what she wants, I will suffer from a distance without putting her in danger.

“Bo,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of my face. “What else would it be?”

I shake my head and run my hand through my wet hair, the tangles catching on my fingers. “It’s complicated, Birdie.” Kicking away from the wall, I take a step toward leaving.

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