Page 26 of Claimed By Her Monsters
Grumbling, Mick and Caspian pull back. My eyes widen. Translucent lights spin around their heads like halos. A glance shows Alister has it too. Each is a different color. Mick is green. Caspian white. Alister black.
“You all have lights behind you.” I poke at the color above Caspian’s head, but my finger passes right through it.
“Auras,” Caspian answers. “I see them all the time, but most don’t. As long as your blood runs in our bodies, you’ll see them. It’ll help with the awakening. We’ll use it to anchor you to us so you don’t slip away.”
“That’s so cool.” I reach out again, but even though I can see their auras I can’t touch them. My hands fly to the top of my head. “Do I have one too?”
“Yours started out pale, almost pink,” Caspian says, “but through the night it’s changed to red.” He grimaces. “Blood red.”
He looks over at the clock on the mantle and his brows draw together. I turn and see it. 11:28 p.m.
“We need to hurry,” says Alister, voice grim. “Are you ready?”
“Ready,” I respond, proud my voice doesn’t betray my nerves.
Alister moves over me, one hand on each side of my head, braced on the pillows. Caspian and Mick half recline, one to my right and the other on my left. The storm kicks up again. Wind howls, screaming like a banshee, along the eaves. Across the room, rows of books fall off their shelves and hit the floor with loudthumps.
“Repeat,” Alister tells me. Voice low he intones,
I am storm and stone.
I am flame and tide.
I bind the wild to my will.
I burn bright and never fade to ash.
The words fumble up my throat.
The first time they taste like a lie. The second time like an apology. The third time like a key turning.
Something clicks. Not loud. A door, a gate, I can’t see opens somewhere under my feet.
The rain outside whips into rage. The windowpanes chatter. In the hearth, the flames leap so high they scorch the wall above the fireplace.
Heat blooms on my inner wrist, a four-point prickle sharp as a knife slicing skin, then it fades. When I look down, an indistinct pale sigil rises and then vanishes, leaving me bare.
A picture slams through me, sand blinding white, a black-haired boy laughing on a wall, my hands stained with henna, and then it’s gone, ripped away like a page.
I moan, my head thrashes side to side. “Not yet.” Alister steadies me with the lightest pressure. A kiss to my forehead. “Let us in. We’ll walk beside you. Anchor you to this world.”
Chapter Twenty
Promise
“You understand,” Alister says, a worried frown knitting his brow. “You’ll take us all at once. If you want to stop, tell us and we will.”
Mick and Caspian nod in agreement.
“We promise,” adds Caspian.
“I understand,” I echo, because they need to hear it and I need to say it. “All three of you.” I look at each of them. “I want you all.” God help me, I do. Even if my life weren’t in danger, I’d still want them. My body is already strung tight, a bright knot of need begging to be undone. Knowing there won’t be a single part of me they won’t touch, that they’re here forme, to helpme, to worshipme, makes my pulse trip.
Mick moves to the foot of the bed. Caspian settles by my head, a warm weight on the pillow. Alister slips between my knees and lines himself up. I’m still slick from my orgasm. He kisses me and, as his tongue slides into my mouth, his cock, hard, throbbing, devastating, sinks into my pussy. My back bows, a cry breaks out of me. I open for him, surrender to him. When he’s seated fully, he stills.
I whimper. “Alister, please…more.”
He obliges, draws out slowly, presses back in, inch by deliberate inch, and I rise to meet him until our rhythm finds itself, like a dance our bodies remember although our minds have forgotten. Each stroke of his cock is a match struck deep inside me. In the fireplace, the flames climb brighter and higher. Outside, the rain hardens into a deluge. It hammers at the windows like fists.
