Page 4 of Monsters in My Bed
My scowl is more directed at me than my mates, but they rush to explain that the baby is safe in the egg and we’re not going to leave it.
“You want to have sex in front of the baby?!”
My pink-eyed monster laughs. “We had sex with itinyou, what’s the difference? Besides, it’s in an egg.”
“Well, I guess you got me there.”
“The sooner we reestablish our bond, the sooner you can reconnect with the rest of your trium.”
Viz’s words hit me like a Mack truck. “Oh my god—Mark! Seriq!”
“Seriq is with Xhoshad and Nerazi—”
“But the portals are down!”
“Not all of them. There’s one Zuriv cannot control. It’s hidden and still cut off from the realms.”
I gasp in realization. “The one at the bottom of the sinqol pool!”
“Yes.”
“But what about Mark? He—”
“Is facing his destiny and would want us to keep you safe,” Osz interjects. “Besides, we have the baby to think of.”
I hate how logical both men are because I want nothing more than to haveallmy monsters with me safely. Still, I know with The False King at large, none of us are safe—least of all, my baby.
“Ok, fine. Reclaim me.”
The twins blanch like I’ve slapped them. “It is an honor to claim your mate,” Vizruk instructs. “It will bring you joy and great pleasure.”
“I know, but I feel like I’ve been claimed for six lifetimes. Damn sinqol keeps erasing my marks.”
“It’s ok.” Osz rubs my back in soothing circles. “We will leave it up to you.”
His kindness touches me. I know it goes against his very being, but he’s still giving me the choice. Something I’m not sure Seriq would—or could—do. A Vasura’s very life is pledged to their mate.How much of themselves do they give up for that other person?This reminds me to try and be fair to Seriq, who wasn’t born from an understanding emotion like Vizruk and Osz.
It’s truly beyond his comprehension to be kind and gentle. Obsessive possession is the closest thing he can get to love. My heart skips a beat, knowing he’s somewhere on Earth, unable to get back here and our connection’s gone.What if he tries to reach out to me—will he think that I’ve spurned him in return?
The entire situation gives me a headache, and I rub at my temples. The residual strength I once felt from the sinqol pools is receding, something my twin mates note. Osz picks me up and cradles me to his chest while Viz rubs my feet. My eyelids droop, and I pry them open to sneak another peek at the egg. It’s still safe and sound, and I relax at the sight.
“Let’s get more comfortable.”
If anyone else said this, I would accuse them of using a bad line to try and get me into bed, but not Osz. His intentions are always genuine, unlike Nerazi, Xhoshad, and Seriq, but then again, Seriq never tried to convince me otherwise. My green-eyed mate made it very clear I washis, and he would stop at nothing to keep it that way.
And then he left.
“What are you thinking about?” The fuchsia glow of Vizruk’s eyes intensifies as he glimpses something in my mind that he doesn’t like. “It’s not your fault Seriq is gone.”
“I know, but I still feel terrible. I hurt him—”
“And he hurt you.” Osz is right. Seriq isn’t blameless by any means, but I fear for him. “There is plenty of time to worry about The Possessive One later.”
I smirk at the nickname for Seriq. To be fair, they’realla little possessive, but not like my green-eyed monster. He’s next-level obsessive and psycho, and while a part of me hates it…another part loves it.
Osz and Viz sink down to the ground with me still in their arms. Once they settle, Osz flips me onto my stomach and across their lap. My breath catches when I feel the velvety tips of their cocks brush my belly button and underside of my breasts. I squirm at the contact, my thighs squeezing together in need, but the twins don’t do anything but let me lie there. Viz runs a hand through my curls where my head rests on his thigh, and Osz massages my back.
They touch me with reverence, like I’m the most precious thing in the world. It’s the same way I touch my egg-baby, and in their arms, I feel small and cherished. A groan slips past my lips as Osz works up and down my spine. The sinqol healed anything broken or weak inside of me, but his fingers stroke me with purposeful intent that’s pure magic.
