Page 63 of Monsters' Manor

I’m putty in their hands as they move, working out a rhythm between them that keeps me full, stretched, pushed to the absolute limit of what I think I can handle. The noises I’m making are pure want and need, gasps and moans and little screams that spur them both on.

“One more,” Ren growls into my ear. “You’re going to give us one more, Rosie. Let us feel you come for us.”

Silas leans in to drag his lips over my throat and drops a hand down to rub slow circles against my clit with the pad of his thumb.

I’m powerless against the pleasure they’re giving me, helpless to do anything but succumb to the magick of them, of us. It crests higher, burns hotter, destroys and remakes me completely as I come apart at the seams, every atom washed in flaming glory as my climax breaks over me.

Silas breaks next, taking my hips in a bruising grip and thrusting deep, spilling into me and burying his face in my neck. Ren joins him a moment later, a wash of heat inside me as he collapses onto my back with a hoarse shout.

We all fall into a pile of beating hearts and shaking limbs and heavy, pleasure-laced panting. We’re so close and entwined I don’t know whose hands are whose, whose groans echo in my ears, or where one of us ends and the other begins.

It feels… incredible. So right. Being here with both of them, letting the magick of the moment wash over us and chase away any lingering uncertainty over the fact that the three of us were always meant to be right here, just like this.

20

I’m an absolute puddle of a person as the three of us settle into my bed. The full-size mattress is definitely too small for a witch and her two monsters, but after we make a quick pit-stop in the bathroom to clean ourselves up, and cuddle together under every spare quilt we can find, it hardly matters.

It’s cozy and close and intimate. It’s peaceful, a little slice of bliss I could stay in for the rest of my life.

I’m draped across Silas’s chest with Ren pressed up against me like a big demon blanket—one hand on the curve of my ass and the other stroking softly through Silas’s hair.

Impossible, to have Silas here, like this. As I slowly come back to sanity, my mind races with the implications of what it means to have him whole and real against me.

“Will you stay like this?” I ask, a little concerned he might miss his other form.

Silas thinks for a moment, raises one hand, and I watch as his fingers disappear into wisps of darkness. My breath catches in surprise, but they’re back a moment later. He sends a band of shadow to wrap around my wrist in a solid restraint, and my blood heats with all the interesting possibilities those shadows bring to mind.

“Yes, darling, I think I will. The shift feels easier, like I’m more in control of it than I’ve ever been. Because of you both.”

He reaches over me to stroke the side of Ren’s face, and a satisfied rumble kicks up in our demon’s chest.

“So,” I say, still trying to wrap my mind around it all. “This is you anchored? And Ren and I… both of us are your anchor? Have you ever heard of it happening that way?”

Silas shakes his head, wonder lighting his eyes. “No. I haven’t.”

Ren drops his hand to Silas’s jaw, leaning over me so he can press a kiss against his lips. It squishes me between them and I let out a happy little sigh.

“It’s because this was always meant to be,” Ren says, making sure I get a kiss, too, before he settles back onto the bed. “The three of us. Just like this.”

“That must be true,” Silas murmurs. “Because I can’t imagine anything in the world feeling as right as this does.”

Tenderness and affection and a warm, radiating happiness spread from the center of my chest.

“I think it’s because you’re too much for just one anchor,” I say with a laugh, nearly delirious with joy. “Too kind. Too generous. Too handsome. Too—”

“Stop,” Silas groans. “Or you’ll ruin me, darling. I’ll never be able to get enough of your sweet praise.”

“Good,” I sass him, leaning up to catch his lips in a quick kiss. “Because you’re going to have to deal with it for a while.”

“A while,” Silas says cautiously, pulling back from the kiss. “Does that mean you’ve decided what you’re going to do? If you’re going to stay here with us?”

He looks over my head, catching Renwick’s eye, and the worry in his gaze makes my chest ache even more.

Silly shade. How could he think I’d leave now?

Ren tightens his grip on my ass. “Of course she is. Isn’t that right, Rosie?”

I can’t resist a taunt like that. “Is it? You’re sure about that?”

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