Page 9 of Fated to Monsters

Like he’s fully aware, Dash moans into my mouth and grips the hand above my head tighter, his cock hardening inside of me with each thrust.

I dig my nails into his back and inch him farther, deeper, harder until I cry out into him and pleasure ripples through my entire body.

He pumps into me and slows his pace, his ragged breath matching mine. "Fuck, that was intense." Dash rests his forehead on mine as he comes down from the high. He softly kisses me while pulling out and collapses onto the bed next to me, his arm flopping over his sweat-lined forehead.

I smile triumphantly at seeing this side of him—his take charge side. Somehow he’s still very Dash-like, but at the same time…he’s more possessive.

My gaze shoots across the room to the man standing in the doorway, his body pressed into the frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Always such a lurker.”

Bo remains firmly in place without saying anything.

“Afraid I might bite?” It’s a phrase humans throw out as a joke but the possibility of that happening in a room full of supernatural creatures is pretty high.

Bo finally breaks from his stone-cold stare. “I wish you would.”

“Come here and I will.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Birdie.” Bo drags his hand over his solid jaw.

“That’s not the first time you’ve said that, Bo.”

"And it won't be the last." He shoves off the wall and stalks over slowly. "What is it you want from me?"

“Isn’t it obvious?” I inch my legs apart without overly exposing myself any more than I already am.

The towel around his waist barely covers his wide frame, and with each step, the corner where it’s bunched together loosens little by little.

But Bo reaches down in time and secures it back into place. His sights return to me. “Did you kill him?” He darts his attention briefly to Dash.

I side-eye the beautiful man who's quietly snoring next to me. "That could be you."

Bo latches onto my ankle, the heat of his skin sending a wave of pleasure up my entire body. He slides me to the edge of the bed, and my ass nearly hangs off the end. He holds one of my legs in the air and the other cups his body. "Is this what you want, Birdie?"

He leaves my leg leaning against his shoulder and skims his rough palm down.

I shiver at his touch.

“You want this…” Bo keeps his dark gaze on me as he swirls his fingers over my center and teases my clit. “You’re throbbing, Birdie.”

I rock my hips toward him in a desperate attempt to feel any friction against my aching desire.

“What about this…” Bo circles my entrance, and just when I’m certain he’s playing one sadistic game, he shoves two fingers into me.

I bring my hand up to cover the gasp that escapes my mouth and clench my pussy around his long fingers.

“Or what about…” He drops to his knees at the foot of the bed and hooks his hand over my thigh to drag me closer while keeping my leg still propped on his shoulder. Bo leans in and takes in a deep breath. “Angels, you smell…” Finally, after what can only seem like an eternity, he presses his lips to mine, his tongue darting out and joining the party. “And taste”—he whispers into my pussy—“like heaven.”

My chest heaves and I grip the bed sheets to ground me in this magical experience. This is the first time Bo has truly touched me, and damn if it isn’t everything and more than I thought it would be.

I want him inside of me, on top of me, all over me, but fuck if this isn’t glorious, too.

He thrusts his fingers in deeper, the force moving my body back and forth as he glides his tongue and lips over my most sensitive areas. Bo grips my thigh tighter and the pain from his touch only intensifies this whole experience.

I reach down and rake my hand through his hair and grab a fistful.

He moans against me, the vibration sending me further into paradise.

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