Page 8 of Fated to Monsters

“There’s no telling what’s going through his thick skull.” He trails his lips up my leg, starting from my ankle and ending near my center. Dash glances up at me. “Is this okay?”

I swallow and nod, the anticipation of where he’s going to touch me next killing me.

Dash dips his tongue along my slit and grips both of my thighs with his hands.

“He didn’t say anything?” I ask him.

“Wren.” Dash doesn’t look up as he continues teasing me. “You have nothing to worry”—he twirls his tongue again—“about. Nothing to be insecure about.” He slows his pace. “Not now, not ever.”

Insecure. Worry. Those are two things that I have never experienced, so why am I feeling them now? Not too long ago I was a strong, independent woman who gave zero fucks about men. And here I am concerned about three of them.

Wes, I don’t worry about. Fate has already made that decision for us, and I find a strange comfort in that. In knowing that no matter what the thread connecting us is permanent and binding. Is it terrible of me that I revel in no longer having a choice in the matter? I've always been a fan of free will, but I also love certainty. And what's more certain than a fated mate bond?

When have I ever been in my head this much over something that isn’t life or death?

A sexy, red-headed man is going down on me, and I'm questioning whether another man is into me or not. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I sit up on my elbows. "I'm sorry."

Dash kisses my inner thigh and up my stomach, stopping at my chest to give attention to each of my nipples.

I drop my head back and become lost in him. In his warm mouth on my eager body. On his patience despite my lack thereof.

He drags his lips over my neck, nibbling but not biting the soft flesh. Just on the other side are marks from Bo and Wes. They are reminders of the commanding and dominant nature of both men. The contrast between Dash's delicate and gentle personality is a beautiful contradiction. Together, we are four people who shouldn't make sense.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Dash brings his face to rest just against mine. His skin on my skin. His breath mingling with my breath. “You’ve been through hell and back,” he whispers into me. “I can’t expect to understand that, but your feelings are valid either way.”

"How are you so perfect?" I stare into his baby blue eyes.

“I’m not.” He softly presses his lips on mine. “But I know what it’s like to have more questions than answers. To wonder and worry and not be able to make sense of things.”

"You're perfect to me," I tell him without really comprehending it myself. There isn't much I'm certain of, but there’s one thing I know for sure: Dash is too good for all of us.

Dash positions himself between my legs and climbs on top of me. He reaches for my hands and tracks them over my head, pinning them down. He glides his cock over my entrance and draws in a breath before positioning himself into place.

“You’re already hard.” I blink up at him.

“I’ve been hard since the moment I laid eyes on you, Wren.” He grins bashfully. “I’m a little obsessed with you, if you haven’t already noticed.”

With his sights still set on me, he slowly pushes inside of me, his eyes flickering shut momentarily.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”

I stifle a giggle at hearing this sweet as sugar man curse twice in a row. “Yeah?”

He moves deeper. “Oh, yeah.”

I bask in the fullness and tighten around him.

The weight of his body presses down onto mine, and he picks up his pace.

“I dreamed of this, being this near to you, over and over again when you were taken away.” Dash kisses me and thrusts himself harder.

I rock myself with him and pump against his movements. Freeing one of my hands, I wrap it around the base of his neck and weave it into his hair to pull him closer and intensify the kiss. I break away for only a second to say, “Show me how badly you missed me.”

Dash takes his free hand to wrap it around my waist and lift me toward him, the new angle sends pleasure through me in a whole other way. He fucks me harsher, our bodies crashing into each other in pure bliss. He's never been this rough, and I love every fucking second of it.

My core tightens, my breath catching as my climax rises to the surface.

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