Page 113 of The Monster's Desire

“Goddamn,” Echo moans against my shoulder. “Don’t clench or I’m going to...”

Ridge pinches my clit, and I explode. Pleasure zips through my entire body as I lock down on Ridge’s and Echo’s cocks. My vampire strikes my shoulder, sucking deep pulls of my blood as I try to remember to jerk Knight and suck Wraith.

“I’m there too.” Knight pops up, aiming his tip at my tits. He loves coming all over them. I think because he knows he’s more likely to get to fuck me next, since no one else wants to be covered in his cum.

Wraith takes over with a hand in my hair. It’s taken years to get him comfortable enough to make me choke on him. He swells to the point I feel like a snake unhinging my jaw, but my body is so overloaded with pleasure that I barely notice the warmth of Knight’s cum hitting my tits.

“Definitely breeding you full of my babies,” Ridge growls, working my hips as he fucks up into me from below.

I choke on the extreme volume of cum Wraith spills into my mouth as Echo grunts against my shoulder, shaking and barely thrusting.

They definitely know how to make me feel like a queen.

* * *

Violet stomps through the front door with her arms crossed. I grimace at Echo, who shrugs. She doesn’t say hello, simply heads up the stairs toward her bedroom. I stand up, handing our three-year-old to Echo.

After five kids, I’ve finally decided I’m done. I’m no Aline. I don’t know how she keeps her sanity intact with nine little monsters, but I’m not about that life. I lean close, brushing my lips against my vampire’s and aim for my oldest daughter.

Unlike Hazel, who mostly sticks at home with us, Violet has a completely different personality. She’s outgoing and wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s also sixteen now.

Jesus Christ, I feel old. Although, I did learn recently that I stopped aging. Wraith believes it was the blood bond between me and my demons. Echo is convinced it’s a side effect of the tether. Whatever it is, it doesn’t bother me as much as I would have expected. I’m just grateful that I didn’t have to work any questionable magic to stay youthful, especially since our kids are all immortal.

I finally make it to Violet’s door and knock gently. It’s not all the way closed, and I spot Hazel consoling her sister.

“I could devour him if you’d like.” Hazel blinks, tilting her head in a way that reminds me of Wraith. “He wouldn’t be a very satisfying meal, but I don’t mind.”

“Come in, Mom,” Violet calls. “And no, don’t be ridiculous. It’s not his fault he doesn’t like me.”

I stumble a step. Damn, I was really hoping we had a few more years before significant other trouble became a thing. “Who are we talking about?” I take a seat on Violet’s other side, and she immediately snuggles into my chest.

“Veryn,” Hazel says, blinking her beautiful void like eyes. “He’s in love with Ember.”

“Yeah, he told me I’m way too young for him.” Violet shrugs.

Well, I do agree with that.

God, being a parent is super complicated. I know from experience that forbidding something and making a huge deal out of it can often backfire. It makes whatever is being placed off-limits seem even more desirable.

I try to keep myself level as I say, “You only have a year and a half before you turn eighteen. Once you hit that milestone, age isn’t such a huge factor, but he definitely is too old for you at this stage in your life.”

“Yeah,” Violet huffs. “I know.”

I hug her tighter, so she knows I’m not trying to hurt her. The problem is, I really don’t think she does know. I was her age, and I remember getting into much worse trouble than either of my girls has. It’s also complicated because they’ve barely aged in the last two or three years. They look like they’re in their early twenties, but due to the accelerated aging that comes with being a supernatural, they still have a few years to go to reach maturity.

“But you guys finally said we could date,” Violet mutters.

I squeeze her even tighter. We’ve had a fair number of conversations about consent and safe sex, but we venture into the conversation about appropriate ages of dating partners for this stage in her life.

“I love you, but Mom makes everything weird.” Hazel tosses a thumb toward the door. “So, I’m going to go.”

Violet snorts. “I love you too. Thanks for threatening to murder Veryn for me.”

“Anytime,” Hazel says, heading out.

“I love you so much,” Violet says, rolling her head up to look at me as she rests against my shoulder.

It makes my heart pound.

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