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A warm heat grows inside me, gnawing at my belly, as I writhe and curse and moan beneath his punishing touch.
“Brooks.” My fingers curl in his hair, and I can’t help it—my back arches as I push my hips toward him, begging for more of that incredible mouth on me.
And I have to admit, he’s so much better like this when he’s too preoccupied to be a pain in my ass.
“This is what I dream about, sweet Lily Dean,” Brooks murmurs as his tongue works me in slow circles. He inserts a finger inside me and curls it until I moan. “I dream about touching you, tasting you. And you’re even sweeter than I could imagine.”
I’m right on the edge, desperate for release but not wanting this to end. I’ve imagined this too, but I’ll never admit it to him. And I never imagined how intense it would be, how this deep, warm sensation would well up inside me and threaten to drag me under his spell.
Brooks alternates between long, languid strokes of his tongue and this intense battering that leaves my body like jelly, building the wave of pleasure inside me.
“Come for me, Lily Dean. Let me taste all of your sweetness.”
He curls a second finger inside of me, and I amgone. My hips rock and my thighs close around his face as I ride the wave of my orgasm until it crests and ebbs away. I collapse back against the sheets, and he stares down at me with those heavy-lidded eyes and a self-satisfied smirk that I’d like to slap right off if he weren’t so…
…if he weren’t so precious to me.
“That was…” I’m afraid to finish that sentence, afraid to give him more than he has already taken from me tonight.
He raises one eyebrow. “May I kiss you now, Lily Dean?”
I don’t have any words left, so I nod.
He comes at me with a powerful lunge, though he doesn’t kiss me. Not yet. His hands go to my sides, tugging the sweatshirt up and over my shoulders, his thumbs grazing my hard nipples until I cry out. He nudges me back against the pillows, laying his body over mine so I can feel every place where his corded muscles touch my skin.
My heart hammers against my chest. I’m afraid of this, of the connection we have, of what this will mean for the four of us.
But more than I’m afraid, I am desperate for him. I’ve been alone for so long and…and he knows me better than I know myself.
He rests his weight on his elbows and stares down at me. Moonlight streams from the curtains, dancing pale flecks in his fathomless eyes.
“Sweet Lily Dean, I never wanted you to get mixed up with us. We’re bad news.”
“Shut up and kiss me again,” I say.
And he does.
Oh, does he kiss me. He kisses me while he tears off his own clothes. He kisses me until I’m breathless, his hands tangling in my hair, fingers brushing my nipples. He kisses me until I no longer know what day of the week it is, or where I am, or what my last name is.
I exist only as the breathless “Lily,” he lets out as he enters me.
The sound I let out as Brooks seats himself inside me can only be described asprimal. I’ve had a few guys since I left Haddenwood, but sex has always been something to do on a lonely night, a trick to chase the nightmares away.
Not like this. Never like this.
It’s not just that he’s huge and that he stretches me in all the right places. It’s not just the way our bodies seem in perfect sync as we start to move together. It’s the way he gazes down at me—his eyes softening into a look that I’ve never seen on Brooks before. A look that can only be described as adoration.
Turns out, I like being adored.
Especially by hot AF, muscled, possessive monster hunters with magical cocks that string my body like a bow before letting loose. I’m flying beneath him, my body on fire as I soar through another orgasm.
Brooks holds me, and kisses me, and breaks me apart with his haunted, hungry gaze until he too comes in a shudder on top of me.
I gasp. “Fuck.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he rolls off me.
“Did we just…”
