Page 75 of The Monster's Desire

I have no freaking clue why I’m so drawn to Ridge, but dammit, it doesn’t make what I’m feeling any less real. I should’ve realized how territorial shifters can be. In my defense, I thought we were on the same page about hooking up, but not even a second later, my stomach drops at the thought of hurting him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you—” I start, staring at his bare chest.

Ridge cuts me off. “Now isn’t the time. Bite me while I cover you in my scent.”

I give him a shaky nod as he stretches down so I can reach his throat. The hot water batters my left side, keeping me warm, but my right side tingles in the cool bathroom air.

Ridge’s woodsy scent fills my nostrils as I plaster myself to his strong chest. His lips brush mine before his tongue slams into my mouth. The kiss isn’t gentle. No, it’s a deep and dirty claiming, like he’s trying to erase Echo from existence and, at this moment, it works. Ridge’s muscular chest melts into mine as he slams me against the wall with eager force.

My fangs descend as my arousal skyrockets. My pussy clenches around nothing as I wiggle against his pelvis.

Ridge pulls back, and my mouth eagerly follows his. “Sorry, little witch, we need to hurry this along. You still want me?”

“I do,” I agree truthfully.

“Bite me while I’ll remind you how good I can make you feel.” The arm banded under my ass lifts me higher. My tongue flicks over his throat, and I don’t even have time to consider it. Instead, I strike. My fangs puncture his skin as his blood fills my mouth.

Ridge growls, shoving me harder against the wall. I don’t have the venom vampires have to make the bite pleasurable, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his cock grinds up into my dripping core.

He tilts his hips and slams home. I whimper, arching toward him as I stretch over his intense girth. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. The first few thrusts might qualify as painful, but his blood fills my mouth, and I start to feel a little high.

Alpha wolves have extremely potent pheromones, and Ridge’s affect me on a whole different level.

“I guess we’ve leveled up to blood and fuck.” He squeezes my ass. “Huh, little witch?”

I nod. After several long draws, my fangs retract. My tongue dances over his flesh, sucking every drop of his essence I can manage.

The arm around my back moves, and he slides his hand into my hair, tilting my head back. He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “I guess it’s better than nothing. I can’t decide if the bloodsucker’s scent is permanently burned into my nostrils, or if you really do still smell of him.”

He frowns, looking so disgusted that I snort a laugh.

My hands dig into his strong shoulders. “You should definitely make me smell like you, then.”

“Fucking gladly,” he growls, shoving his mouth to mine. My back slides around the cool tiles as he works into me so deeply that he bumps the bottom with each powerful stroke. “We want you to smell like us from here on out.” His eyes light with his wolf, making my heart race.

Uh-oh. He makes me feel weirdly melty inside, which is in no way my normal style. I’m definitely in over my head with the mountain of an alpha wolf, but fuck, does it make me nervously excited at the same time.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Ridge

My wolf is being highly problematic. He’s got unhealthy delusions. The most prominent involves sinking our teeth into the little witch, preferably while fucking her full of our pups. I’m not opposed to either idea, but I do think the frantic need to claim her has only been spurred on by that fucking vampire.

When I came upon them, it was clear neither noticed me. I spent a fair amount of time frustrated that Nadia didn’t sense me breaching her wards. Although, to be fair, she was otherwise engaged. It would have been the ideal time to stake that fucking vampire. I did consider that might be traumatic for Nadia, so I held off.

For the time being.

“Ridge,” she gasps, clawing at my shoulders. “Harder!”

I shake my head, clearing the murderous thoughts, and focus on fucking her so well she completely forgets he exists. My hand wraps around the back of her head to give her cushioning while my other digs into her hip as I watch her slick cunt swallow every inch of my cock. My knot throbs, desperate and aching to slam inside her.

We don’t have time for that. There’s every possibility she can’t physically handle a knot. My wolf is sure she can, but that fucker gives questionable advice at times.

She’s meant for us. The universe will have ensured that she’s our perfect fit.His logic is sound, but also we don’t have the time to waste.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, bumping my face against hers. “My wolf is busy dreaming of planting our pups in your stomach. Of breeding your slick little cunt full of us over and over again. He wants to lock you down, so you can never escape.”

“What is it with all of you delusional men? Does this entire town have a breeding kink? Is it contagious?”

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