Page 49 of Fated to Monsters

Love.

My heart stutters at the thought.

I’ve neverlovedanything, let aloneanyone.

Cheese is probably the only thing that comes close, but that doesn’t count.

We haven’t been together long, and most of our time has been spent running for our lives. Is it possible to love someone that soon? How else would I explain the feeling that courses through me when I look into his blazing eyes? We’re fated mates, doesn’t that give us a free pass to fall deeply and fast?

I plant my hands on his cheeks and study the man that stares back at me.

His lip twitches, and his mouth parts slightly. “I love you, Wren.”

A smile breaks across my face and a laugh bubbles out of my chest.

“You think it’s funny that I love you?” Wes frowns but keeps pumping himself into me, his desire to continue having sex with me stronger than his pride at thinking I’m laughing at him.

“I think it’s funny that you said the very thing that was on my own mind.” I drag him closer to me, my lips a hair from his. “I love you, too, Wes.” I press my mouth onto his before he can say another word and kiss him with a renewed passion.

He matches my force and dances his tongue along mine.

My core tightens and his cock throbs in response, filling me even more.

We orgasm in tandem, both of us crying out into each other in a wave of pure bliss.

Another moment passes, our bodies not quite ready to be apart just yet.

Wes stays inside of me but collapses beside my shuddering form. He presses a kiss to my forehead, my nose, and finally, my lips, while dragging my leg over his to lay atop him. “I mean it, Wren. I love you.”

I prop myself onto my elbow and drag my fingertip along his forehead. “I meant it, too, Wes. With everything in me.” I smile at him. “Plus, I know you can’t lie.”

“Right. How could I forget?” He lets his head fall back but then quickly returns his attention. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I was rough, I’m sorry.”

I bask in the soreness and appreciate the fullness he still provides even though his erection has softened inside me. There’s something incredibly intimate about staying this close even after we’ve both finished. If only there was a way to get nearer without cutting our bodies open and sewing them together.

What a morbidly romantic and disturbing thought.

“No,” I tell him. “It was perfect, really.”

“If only you couldn’t lie either.” He rolls his eyes but doesn’t push the issue more.

“How can you not see how completely content I am?”

“Content. Hmm. I should really strive for something better than content.”

“I am supremely satisfied.” I bring my leg off him and kick at the loose fabric still clinging to my ankle. “Although, I owe Sydney some new clothes.”

“I could set them on fire, and we could pretend they never existed.”

“Good plan. Maybe we could do that with all the food Bo has eaten, too.” What was meant to be a lighthearted remark somehow feels like a swift kick in the gut. I should have known better than to bring Bo up so soon. Leave it to him to always get under my skin, literally and figuratively.

As if Wes can sense the shift, he pushes up onto his elbow to face me. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry.”

I chew at the inside of my lip. “And you’re not mad about that?”

He narrows his gaze. “What would I be mad about?”

“I don’t know. For starters, the whole sharing me thing. Being a possessive hellhound and all, you’re both sure taking that pretty well.”

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