Page 57 of Ruthless Monsters

Nate positions me, and I gasp as he pushes his cock in a few inches before pausing, giving me time to stretch for him. And then he slides his cock in the rest of the way.Merciful Fates.I reach forward, digging my nails deep into his shoulders, needing something to hold onto, and his chest rumbles with approval making my pussy vibrate. I feel so fucking full, and when his hands tighten on my ass and he slowly starts bouncing me on his cock, pleasure rolls through me.

Mason kneels on my right side, his hands finding my breasts again as he teases and pinches my sensitive nipples, and I whimper. My core clenches, and Nate curses, moving me faster as he peers down, watching his cock pump in and out of me.

“How can it feel this good?” he rasps, his voice ragged.

I claw at him, almost like I’m holding on for dear life, and Nate removes one hand from my ass, sliding it down between my breasts toward my belly.

“That’s because she’s our mate,” Dante drawls, and he says it with such certainty that my heart hurts. My demon crouches on my left, and his tail moves between my legs, teasing my clit as Nate fucks me. “Knew you would take it like a good littleprincess,” he says, but his voice is strained. I turn my head, kissing the demon and clamping my teeth onto his lip, drawing blood before letting go. He chuckles, licking his lip and tasting his own blood. He’s naked now, all bronze skin and defined muscles, and I reach down, grabbing hold of his hard cock. Wrapping my hand around the base, I start stroking him, and Dante groans.

“Fuck, Blake, I can’t stop—” Nate rasps as he thrusts into me again.

I think he’s trying to warn me that he’s going to come, but then his cock fucking explodes. No, not explodes, but spines erupt on his cock, and a rush of pain shoots through me at the unexpected sensation. I cry out, and Nate curses as he stops moving immediately, panting as he holds me still.

“What the fuck just happened?” Dante asks, his voice suddenly serious.

“My barbs,” Nate explains, his face strained as spotted fur sprouts on his shoulders. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

Mason frowns, concern filling his features. “Will it hurt our mate?”

Nate blows out a worried breath. “Hard to say. I’ve never been with a demon before.”

Dante looks like he wants to pull me off Nate, but I shake my head, wiggling in Nate’s hold. “It’s okay,” I say slowly, my breathing still labored. “I can take it.” When I’d first met my mates, I was sure Lady Fate had made a mistake matching us. That I was somehow being punished. But now, I’m starting to think that just maybe, she wasn’t wrong after all. And if that’s true, then it makes sense that being with my mates shouldn’t be an issue.Not even if one of my mates has a massive, barbed penis.

“Gorgeous, you don’t have to—” Nate begins, looking unsure, but a smile forms on my face as I wiggle a little more, and the sensation of those spines turns from pain to pleasure.

“Fuck me, shifter,” I tell him. “Don’t hold back.” Because I need this. Fuck, I needhim.“And if all goes wrong, I have my power now, so at least I know I’ll heal quickly,”I reassure him.

Nate raises his brows, but he starts moving slowly, cautiously, as he tests me, all while watching my face. Now that the pain is gone, all I feel is an intense pleasure as those spines stretch me, and when I moan, throwing my head back, the uncertainty leaves his expression. A lopsided smile crawls onto his face, and when he thrusts into me, I feel like I’m unraveling in his arms. Realizing that he’s not hurting me, the shifter doesn’t hold back. He picks up speed until he’s fucking into me hard and fast, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

The next time I look at Nate, he’s staring at me with complete awe on his face, and I swear my heart nearly stops in that moment. “You really are mine, aren’t you gorgeous?” he growls low, and I swallow, unable to find the words to respond.

Reaching to the sides, I grab Dante’s cock again, and this time, I grab Mason’s as well. I stroke the pair of them as Nate fucks me, slamming into me hard, his hands holding me tightly, and when Prince Callan comes up behind me again, his hands stroking along my wings, the orgasm rips through me. It’s even more forceful than the last one, and stars burst behind my eyes as tingles race along my skin. Nate growls, his face strained as his muscles tighten, and he finds his own release, spilling into me.

I continue to stroke Mason and Dante, and they come soon after, their muscles bunching as they find their own release.

Nate holds me as my body shudders, his chest heaving, and when I sag in his arms, he looks at me with a bewildered expression. “I lost control,” he admits softly. “That’s neverhappened before. Not since I learned how to control my animal side.”

I fight to catch my breath, grinning at him. “Well, let’s hope next time you can do it on purpose.” His cock is still inside me, but I’m surprised that I miss the sensation of his spines. Leaning forward, he brushes a strand of sweaty hair away from my eyes, and his touch is gentle as his slitted gaze roams over my face. “Next time…” He trails off, and I get the feeling he’s testing out how the words sound in his mouth. I wonder if it’s because he’s not used to being with a single female for a longer period of time. In any case, I try not to read into it.

“Yes,” I say slowly. “You’re my fated mate, and now that King Celzar isn’t trying to kill us, I expect a whole lot more of,” I circle my finger in his general direction and grin, “this.” I don’t explain how I’m no longer worried that I’ll accidentally kill him. Telling him that would open up a whole can of worms about Kai and Dante, and the unknown deadly power in Seral, and I feel too good to let myself think about that right now.

There’s a flicker of something in the shifter’s eyes. Indecision, maybe? I can’t tell, but the expression is gone a second later when he winks. “Whenever you wish, gorgeous.”

When I’ve stopped shuddering, Nate lifts me off him and sets me on my feet. His hands are still gripping my waist, but I step from him and walk to where Prince Callan is standing.

My archangel remains dressed, and his eyes darken as he watches me approach. I still feel uncertain about him. I mean, the guy has been a giant asshole since he found out we are mates, but the moment I’m close enough, he reaches out, his hands sliding behind my back as he kisses me deeply, drowning me in him. His lips are cool, soft, and perfect, and my arms wind around his neck as he kisses me like I’m his…everything.

When he pulls back, I’m panting again, and I peer into his eyes. “Never again,” he whispers, almost like it’s a promise to himself.

“What?”

“I’ll never let you come that close to death again,” he says, and his words are filled with such conviction that I have no choice but to believe him. I squirm, not used to being treated like…well, like my death would matter. I mean, sure, I always knew Dad would be disappointed if I failed one of his tests and died, but that’s because it’d make him look bad. Right now, Prince Callan is speaking like he simply…cares.

“What’s changed, Callan?” I ask, wondering how the archangel in front of me, can seem so different to the prince I first met.

His gaze lingers on my lips. “Everything,” he murmurs, and then his expression changes, that cold edge making its way back into his eyes. “And also, nothing.”

I frown, feeling more confused than ever. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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