Page 47 of Ruthless Monsters

He wiggles down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and my laugh turns into a moan as I breathe in his scent.Fuck I love apricots.I sink my fingers into his hair, but my eyes snap open when the door opens.

“Whoa, you go girl! Get it!”Shade’s comment sounds in my head as the others all filter through the doorway and stop abruptly, staring at where we’re on the bed. Dante still has my nipple in his mouth, and for a moment I think he’s just going to ignore them and keep going, but then he pulls back, turning to the others with a smug grin.

Ah, crap.

Nate’s eyes heat, and he looks like he’s contemplating shoving Dante out of the way and taking his place, but Alaric and Prince Callan both tense like they’re preparing for battle.

“Get dressed,” Alaric growls, and I bristle at the order.

Dante chuckles. “Jealousy doesn’t look so good on you, assassin.”

Alaric’s jaw ticks, but before the giant can retaliate, I slip out from beneath the covers. I stand there completely naked for a few seconds before slowly starting to dress. “And here I thought my mate would enjoy seeing me unclothed,” I tease, giving Alaric a saccharine sweet smile. I know I’m pushing the assassin’s buttons, but now that I realize there’s no risk that bedding my mates will kill them, I’m enjoying teasing the asshole.

“Oh, he does,”Shade comments.“Look at those tight lips pressed together. I bet he even has his ass cheeks clenched going by how tense he is.”

“Thanks for the visual, Shade,”I reply dryly.

“You’re welcome!”she sings.

Nate’s smile is predatory as he watches me. “I know I do. Now that you’re finished playin’ with the demon, how ’bout you let me show you what a shifter mate can do?”

I grin, biting my bottom lip, and Alaric glares at him. “Stop encouraging her,” he growls.

“Now, why the fuck would I do that?” Nate replies. “We’re not all made of stone like you.” My shifter takes a step toward me, and my pulse skitters, but we all turn when the door opens again, and Mason walks into the room.

Chapter

Nineteen

~ Prince Callan ~

Blake’s honey and cinnamon scent is stronger than usual, and I know I have Dante to blame for that. For whatever reason, the demon princess has finally decided to start enjoying her mates, and I wasn’t prepared when we’d returned to the room. Her heightened scent had hit me the moment I’d walked through the doorway, and it had taken everything in me not to march over to her and worship her body like an archangel mate normally would.Like I want to.

I’m still breathing in her scent when Mason strides into the room. The fallen prince looks different now. His long beard has been trimmed, and the dirt and grime has been washed away, though his many scars remain, inside as well as out, I’m sure.

According to Blake, the male is another one of her mates, and going from the way his steps falter and he inhales, his eyes pinpointing Blake like a hunter who’s found his prey, I don’t doubt it. A smile creeps over Blake’s face at the sight of him, anda twinge of jealousy goes through me. Because I want her to look at me like that. Not that I fucking deserve it.

“Mason?” Blake says with surprise.

The male walks to her in a few strides, and he captures her mouth with his, and slides one hand behind her head while the other presses into her back. The small noise she makes has my cock hardening even more, and I glower as she melts into him, seemingly completely comfortable with the fallen prince.

Nate’s temple pulses. “Get in line, brother,” he complains, and then the shifter is there, pulling Mason away and taking the prince’s place. Mason only smiles at the intrusion, and Blake kisses the shifter like she’s enjoying every moment of this. I side eye Alaric. The giant is scowling, his hands balled into fists, but he doesn’t move forward. Dante watches from his position on the bed, and I cross my arms, hating every fucking moment of this.

When Blake pulls away from Nate, her golden eyes are glowing, and her lips twist into a smirk. She winks at Mason. “See, I told you you’d be good for us.”

I narrow my eyes, wondering what else the little demon has told our new bond brother.

“That you did, my mate,” Mason replies as he lifts Blake’s hand and kisses it gently.

Nate glares at the prince. “Would you stop? You’re makin’ the rest of us look bad.”

Mason’s eyes sparkle. “If that’s true, then you haven’t done a sufficient job at taking care of our mate.”

“We were doin’ just fine,” Nate replies, but Mason doesn’t look convinced. I don’t blame him.

I think of my words to the demon princess when we first discovered we were mates, and now all I feel is regret. Angels are known to shower their mates with gifts, pampering them beyond their wildest dreams, and giving them as much as they desire. Ithas taken all my willpower to go against that, and now I realize I made a mistake. There is no denying your fated mate, and I’m going to have to find a way to repair the damage with Blake, and still keep my promise to my sister.

Dante stretches and smiles smugly as the sheet falls off him. “Welcome to the group, brother,” he tells Mason.

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