Page 129 of My Monster's Keeper
Puppy wraps his arms around my waist and drags me back against his chest. His black hair tickles my neck as he bites into my neck.
I gasp, arching against him. Frost reaches out, and my clothes fall off. He drags a finger down my breast, pausing at my nipple. The cold makes me shiver.
“Mine,” Puppy growls.
Wilder’s eyes flash, and vines grab hold of the three of us, dragging us across the room. He pulls me right up against Stix and leans so he’s nose-to-nose with Puppy.
“Ours.”
When Puppy hisses, Wilder leans towards him, kissing him hard.
Puppy rears back, blinking before he hisses and snaps his hand out, seizing Wilder’s throat. Stix moves me out of the way and hands me into Frost’s waiting arms.
“I could steal you now,” Frost murmurs.
I smile at him as he puts a palm over my mouth and slips a finger deep inside me.
I’m torn between the four of them. Stix lingers on the edge, protectively refereeing Wilder and Puppy, who are still staring at each other.
Puppy seems confused, and then he makes a decision with a squeeze of his fingers that makes Wilder yelp. He kisses the Fae again, forcing his tongue into the huge Fae’s throat.
I see Wilder panic and then the bliss that hits me. Ha. Is that what I look like? My core tightens, and I fuck Frost’s fingers, unable to help myself.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Then do so,” Frost follows those words up with delicate curling words that are his native language.
I throw my head back against his shoulder, panting as I clench around his fingers.
He holds me while I tremble and then withdraws his finger from inside me, only to push it slowly into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I obey instantly. The icy feel of his fingers makes my mouth numb very quickly. I moan and hold on as long as I can, but he pulls his fingers out and smiles against my neck.
“On your knees.”
I drop down to my knees as Puppy approaches with narrowed eyes. He glares at Frost, who strokes my hair.
Puppy grips his cock and comes closer. When he’s within reach, I reach out and pull him towards me. I lick around the rim of his cock, smiling when he hisses. I take him into my mouth, and he inhales swiftly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Frost purrs.
Wilder wraps vines around Frost and pulls his arms up and away from his body.
“What are you doing!” Frost snarls.
Wilder just meanders over, rubbing a hand over my hair as I bob on Puppy’s cock. He doesn’t stop until he’s chest-to-chest with Frost.
“You married our Becks.”
I side-eye them but keep teasing my Grim. The round growls emanating out of him are making it hard to focus.
Frost says something and then shrugs. “I did. She’s mine.”
“Ours,” Wilder repeats.
Shadows wrap around my thighs, and I’m lifted into the air. I let go of Puppy’s cock with a pop and peer around, only to find a very naked Stix staring at me from where he’s leaning against the kitchen sink.
