Page 116 of Fated to Monsters

“I need you to say it.”

“Bite me, Bo.”

A sly grin forms on his rugged yet handsome face. “Good girl.”

I lean closer to Bo, exposing the soft flesh of my neck to him.

His cock continues to contort inside of me, but I remain focused on seeing this through.

If we stand any chance of being together, we must complete this ceremony.

At the same moment his fangs graze over the scar, Bo rocks his hips up, giving into his desires for the first time since we started. He sinks his teeth in and digs his fingers into my sides, dragging me closer. He doesn't stop there, he pivots his hips harder, crashing his monster cock into me. If it weren't for Dash's hand gripping the base of Bo's shaft, Bo might actually tear me apart.

I lean into him, my face resting against Bo’s shoulder as he drinks from my vein and his cock swirls and swells inside of me. I breathe in, the scent of him mixed with all this sex sending me into sensory overload. Without processing my next move, I latch my own mouth onto Bo, kissing his skin at first, but the second he moans, I drag my own teeth over his flesh and drive them down until I break through, his blood pooling in my mouth.

Warm decadence pours into me, and I suck harder, no longer recognizing my carnal desires but succumbing to them either way.

I grow lightheaded and hot all at once, but I don’t care—not about anything other than Bo finally giving in to being with me. I thrust down onto Bo and moan against his neck as he plunges into me and drinks the blood gushing from my neck.

All at once, Bo breaks away and drags my face toward his, our mouths melding into one another, our essence mixing together as one.

I lean forward and brace myself on the headboard with one hand while Wes takes my other hand and drags it to his rock-hard shaft. I grip it tighter and stroke him with his hand on top of mine guiding me through my distracted state.

“Come for me, Birdie,” Bo mutters. “Comewithme.”

With our breaths ragged, my pussy tightens around his enormous, bulbous cock, my orgasm hitting me like a brick wall.

I scream out but, luckily, the sound is muffled on Bo’s lips as he thrusts deeper and finishes inside of me.

He releases me, his hand finding my cheek, his gaze meeting mine. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” I pant, my hand still stroking Wes’s shaft even though Wes finished, too, his climax lost in the chaos of the entire situation.

Dash plants soft kisses over my thigh and lower back.

“It’s not over yet,” Bo warns.

“It’s not?”

“Don’t move, Birdie.” The barbs on Bo’s shaft pierce my pussy, the pain fierce and hot on my completely sensitive and still throbbing area.

I stay still for a moment but grow curious about the sensation and shift my weight slightly. The barbs penetrate deeper like they're trying to keep me in place, and I push against them, allowing the pain to consume me.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Bo pants, his hands on my sweat-soaked cheeks.

“Maybe,” I grin.

He latches his palms onto my thighs to steady me from moving any more. “It’ll be over soon.”

But what if I don’t want it to be?

I’ve never been much of a masochist, but damn am I enjoying this torment.

Bo’s cock shifts again, the barbs piercing harder before withdrawing themselves. At first, I wince, but the second they’re gone, I’m numb to the pain. Only, a moment later, his shaft swells and swirls, sending equal parts pleasure and anguish before cutting me deeper than it has yet.

My head spins and I fall forward, Bo catching me with his strong arms.

“Birdie,” he says, his voice layered with concern. “Fucking heal her.”

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