Page 87 of The Monster's Desire

She wraps her hand around my shaft, jerking me against her clit. “Do all demons have to bite the lower lip to bond?”

“It’s one of the preferred locations,” I admit.

There’s a weird, shaky gravel to my tone that betrays my anticipation. My hands fall to her hips, lifting her and dropping her on Wraith’s cock. She stretches her free hand up, wrapping it around my neck. She pulls my mouth to hers, and I bend low to make it possible. The naughty little vixen knows just how to tease my crown as she kisses the fuck out of me. A low, feral growl escapes my chest as her teeth dig into my lower lip. It completes her part of the circuit.

“Lie back,” I growl, gently shoving her until her back rests against Wraith’s chest. My palm hits the couch next to his head. Nadia still works me with her fist, but I shove my fingers into her mouth again. Once they’re good and juicy, I move them to soak my tip. “Let me know if this hurts.”

“I will, but get to it.” She pinches her own nipple while spreading her lower lips with the hand that was on my cock.

“Yes, please,” Wraith groans.

I work my length, carefully guiding my crown alongside Wraith’s shaft. I barely thrust, but the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m afraid to go deeper and simultaneously desperate to.

“Fuck me,” Nadia begs. “Don’t back out now.”

“Never, doll.” I shove my tongue into her mouth. The hand holding my cock trembles as I pull back a bit and plunge deeper on the next stroke. Her walls stretch, perfectly accommodating both our cocks. She’s filled with Wraith’s cum, but that blissfully makes it easier. Our tongues dance as I determine the best way to fuck into her.

Wraith groans. He’s completely trapped.

I pull away from the kiss, moving to her neck just below her ear, and strike. My fangs dig into her soft flesh as the taste of her blood fills my mouth. It’s an indescribable aphrodisiac. My cock swells, but I do everything in my power to hold back my impending orgasm.

Nadia claws at my back as her cunt grows impossibly tight, and I focus on trying to grind against her clit. I lose the battle, so lost to the sensations that I mostly groan against her skin as my cock swells, kicking inside her with each spurt of my cum.

“Fuck,” Wraith growls.

The next thing I know, I’m lying on my back on the couch with Nadia against my chest as Wraith fucks into her.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she whispers, licking down my throat. “Can I bite you? Your blood smells delicious, all of a sudden.”

“Always,” I assure her.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that happens, but holy fuck,” Wraith rambles, falling atop Nadia.

She bites my throat, and an unexpected orgasm zips through my system. The bond between us radiates with pure pleasure to the point I can’t tell who it comes from, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. I give in to the carnal bliss and let Wraith fuck Nadia on my cock.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Echo

No one is ever especially pleased to see me at their doorstep, but finding me in the middle of the night seems to set everyone I come across even further on edge. We likely should have left it solely to Ridge, considering most everyone in town likes the mutt.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to be liked by any of these people; only respected enough that they honor their word to keep Nadia out of any future stories they may recount.

River and Brant easily agree. The elven king will make a fine member of the future replacement council. He’s fair and reasonably levelheaded. The two monsters share a look when I state exactly that.

River simply nods his agreement.

“Is the witch okay?” Brant asks. The bigfoot shifter looks at me expectantly. “Milania wants to see her. I mean, not right now, because she’s asleep, but she wants to thank her in person.”

“Nadia is fine.” My tone comes out clipped to my own ears. I sigh, shaking my head. “She asked about coming to visit, but it wasn’t possible before tonight.”

River glances around, carefully checking to ensure we’re alone. “You’re sure they’re all dead?”

I nod. “Quite positive. I can give you my word.”

Brant swipes his reddish curls back from his forehead. “How is that even possible?”

“They would have killed us all. We had assistance from a reaper. The same one Nadia sent away the night Milania gave birth.” I glance between them. “This town has suffered enough. We stick to the story that we have no idea where they’ve gone and keep under the radar as much as possible.”

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