Page 87 of The Monster's Wife


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It’s entirely possible that I’m not all that hard to please.

I’ve never been desired before, but it’s her trust in me—a fucking nightmare, a vilified outcast, even among my own kind—that makes my chest feel tight.

It’s as if my ribs are too constricting to house my expanding heart. Ha, I’m apparently turning into a very sentimental demon. Although, I’ll be the first to admit I’ve had it bad for the sweet little fae, who is desperately working my belt, since the first time I dragged her crying from her nightmares.

She has never feared me, possibly due to the fact that I’m always her hero.

To the rest of the world, I’m a monster, but to Ali, I’m the knight who saves her from her demons, which is weird, because I am one.

The naughty little vixen teases her hand down the front of my jeans, and I curse under my breath. She’s stuck on the verge of her quickening with a virgin demon and a fae prince who hasn’t been laid in twenty-plus years.

On the bright side, I’m unlikely to be the only one to embarrass myself.

“I’ve done the best I can under the circumstances.” Silence appears behind Ali, pulling her hair to the side. He kisses down her neck, pulling her shirt aside so he can tease her shoulder. “Would you like me to remove these?”

“I forgot I could.” She laughs against my shoulder.

Silence snaps, and in an instant, my clothing disappears. Ali’s does as well, and her smooth skin presses deliciously into mine.

“Are you okay—” His words cut off as she wraps a hand around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. They share a slow, tantalizing kiss that has my cock jumping in response.

I place a hand on Silence’s shoulder, pushing him toward his work. He’s magicked up a rug, and on top of it lies a thin mattress. It reminds me of the futon in my apartment in Hell.

They continue tongue fucking as I get close enough to the mattress that I feel confident she won’t touch the dirty ground as I lower her. Her shoulders hit the bedding, and I kneel over her.

“So, you’re okay with me participating?” Silence asks, landing on our left side.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Ali runs her fingers through his hair that’s falling into his face. “Not truly. That was a joke. But yes, you should continue to kiss me.”

“Mmm,” he muses. “I think I will.” He snaps again and then he’s nude. He’s covered in black runes and other shapes I don’t recognize. “Intriguingly enough, I haven’t felt any pain while you were licking all over Malice’s neck. I think we both know what that means.”

She blinks rapidly as my blood pounds so strongly I can hear it whooshing in my ears. The same thing happened with Atlas once she accepted him as hers. They still don’t have a bond, but the pain stopped when either she or her magic recognized him as her mate.

My eyes fall back to the wiggly Ali. Her feet dig into my bare ass, and I fully dispense of my shadows.

I open my mouth to say something profound, but Ali gives me a goofy grin. “Holy shit.” She licks her lips as her tits heave. “You’ve got massive horns.”

“Thank you.” I chuckle, reveling in the look of hunger all over her pretty face.

Her cheeks are pink, but it’s that softness in her gaze as she smiles at me that makes this very dangerous territory. I’ve ached to dig my fangs into her for years now. I want to tease her with my shadows, but there are three of us here who want to enjoy the moment. If I consume her, it’ll damage any future hope I have of meshing with her husbands.

“Why don’t you kiss her?” I suggest to Silence as I lean back on my knees. “I’ll do the same down here.”

Silence nods, wrapping his hand around her head and turning her to face him. I give her breasts a solid squeeze before kissing my way down her middle. Her hand lands in my hair, and I grin unapologetically. I tease my tongue around her belly button before scooting up to suck on her tits.

I’ve never done a single thing to make myself worthy of this moment. And yet, I don’t feel guilty as I nip at the side of her breast. Perhaps it’s the demon blood, but I doubt this feeling of smug pride can be topped.

Ali writhes, wiggling under me, and it’s difficult to fight the impulses to trap her. I need to be sure she can’t escape.

I pull back, sitting on my feet as I kneel. My hands come to rest under her ass, and I yank her down, spreading her wide with my forearms.

She’s got a bit of light blondish-pink hair, but the color is so pale it’s nearly translucent. My arm stays pinned under her thigh, but I wrap my forearms up and over her hips. I’m able to tease the top of her pussy this way.

My tip leaks as I stare at her glistening sex.

I’ve prepared for this.

I can please her.At least, I think I can.I shake away those thoughts. I’ve spent enough time reading human books and watching porn. I’ve got the basics. The rest will come with practice and dedication.

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