Page 115 of Fated to Monsters

“Does it feel okay?” I ask him.

He narrows his bushy brows. “Are you serious?” Bo shakes his head. “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven, Birdie. Don’t worry about me. The focus is on you.”

At this, Wes draws my attention, pulling my face toward him and distracting me with his fiery kiss. His tongue darts into my mouth and seductively grazes over mine.

My body relaxes and slides farther down onto Bo’s cock as he spreads me so fucking wide.

Bo cups my tits in his hands and keeps his body still, allowing me to be in control of how far he penetrates me.

Dash moves from his spot at my side and comes around between Bo’s legs, behind me. He trails his fingers over the back of my thighs and squeezes my ass gently. Having so many hands on me at once, it really does sort of distract me from the massive cock inside my pussy.

“You’re doing so well, Birdie.” Bo pinches my nipples harder. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

I drag one hand up his chest and settle it along the crook of his neck, digging my fingers into his flesh, my other hand weaving along the base of Wes’s skull, tugging his face closer to me to intensify our kiss.

Dash surprises me by gliding his tongue over my inner thigh and spreading my ass. He blows cool air on the back of me and glides his tongue over my stretched-out pussy.

Moaning into Wes, I arch slightly toward Dash but not enough that it causes me any pain.

“Grip the base of my cock, Dash,” Bo says. “That way she won’t go too deep.”

Dash complies, his hand sliding under to settle his fist against the base of Bo's shaft and my pussy. The friction from his hand dances along my clit in the best way possible. He wiggles his thumb to tease my asshole and then inches himself closer to lick it. Dash swirls his tongue across, and up and down.

I push myself lower onto Bo, surprising myself at how much of him I can take. Maybe this won’t be as bad as he warned after all. Dash’s hand prevents me from going much farther but I'm grateful that he's there to act as a buffer against what might be too much. Each time I get closer, he uses his thumb and index finger to tease my clit and asshole.

Wes breaks away from my kiss to grip my face. “Are you still okay?”

“Yes,” I breathe and rest my forehead against his.

“Are you ready for more?” Bo tweaks my nipple harder, the pain shooting straight to my pussy.

I focus on him. “I’m ready for more.”

“This is going to hurt,” Bo tells me. “Are you sure?”

“Have you ever done this before?” I stare into his dark eyes.

“Not like this, Birdie. And I’ve never meant it.”

I swallow and bask in Dash’s mouth still exploring my ass. “I’m ready.”

Wes roams his hands over my body while Bo breathes in deeply, like he’s giving everything he has to concentrate on what comes next.

My gaze widens as Bo’s cock grows inside of me, the sides of it morphing into ridged edges. He widens me even more, and I gasp at the fullness.

“Fuck,” I blurt out.

Bo halts but I cut him off from saying anything. Dark, thick scales appear on his arms, and his teeth sharper into pointy fangs.

“Keep going,” I tell him. “Keep fucking going.” I inch my legs apart and grant him more room to ruin me.

Dash keeps his hand locked around the base of Bo’s cock, no doubt feeling the changes himself as Bo shifts into his demonic side. Dash laps at my ass and continues to lick at the back of my pussy, his tongue gliding over Bo’s shaft on his exploration of my rear.

"Hold her hair back," Bo tells Wes, who immediately gathers all my hair into his fist, wrapping it around his hand. The tautness heightens my pleasure.

Bo looks into my eyes, his gaze darting back and forth between mine. “I’m going to bite you, Birdie. Is that okay? I have to reopen the mark.”

I nod and tilt my neck toward him.

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