Page 6 of Monster's Naughty List
Holy hell.That imagery had my legs clenching together as slickness built between them.
His powers slammed into me like a semi, and I was giving the blow job of my life to his thumb within seconds. I felt absolutely no shame. If anything, it turned me on to have him telling me what to do. It took all of my uncertainties and the hesitation I typically felt during sexual encounters out of the equation.
With Oz, it was cut-and-dried. He’d tell me what to do, and I’d fucking love doing it and hearing his praise.
His free hand trailed from my bare shoulder to the center of my chest, and I felt the lengthening of his finger as it turned into the pointed claw I’d seen before. He dragged it down the middle of my body, cutting through the silk material with ease and putting my breasts on display.
I felt all three sets of eyes drinking in my exposed chest, and suddenly, my nipples ached with such intensity that I was seconds away from gripping my breasts and pinching them myself to feel some form of pleasure. I liked them watching me.
“I’ll reward you for listening to me so well,” he whispered as he leaned down to speak in my ear. His tongue flicked out to caress the outside of my lobe, trailing down the sensitive skin of my neck.
My back arched on instinct, and a moan slipped from me as he removed his thumb from my mouth and gripped my neck in a way he seemed to know I’d like. His lips sealed around one nipple, sucking on it hard while his free hand went to the other, pinching in a way that should have hurt but only drove my arousal to new heights. I was so damn close to an orgasm, and he’d barely touched me.
I wasn’t sure if that spoke to the intensity between us, his skill, or my severe lack of male companions who turned me on and knew what they were doing.
“Well, this has never happened before,” I heard Delgalath mutter, and I swore I detected a bit of jealousy there. The insane part was that I actually fucking liked the thought of him being jealous. As if he wanted me to himself.
A grunt of acknowledgement came from Rez before he responded, “You know how our powers work. He’s right. She is attracted of her own accord. This is breaking no rules, unfortunately.”
Unfortunately?There was no way all three of these monsters wanted me. I had to be making this up in my head.
Hearing them speak was like having a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on my head, though. It gave me the thread of reality that I desperately needed to stop this before it went too far. Gasping, I snapped out of this moment with Oz, pushing him away, “Stop, stop, stop.”
He immediately backed off, pushing off of me and eyeing me with concern, still kneeling before me. Clearing my throat, I gripped the edges of my ripped shirt, pulling them to the middle to cover my breasts as much as possible . “I think it’s best if I change quickly, and then we can focus on whatever it is you said you are here to do.”
Cold detachment had entered my tone when I spoke those words, knowing I had let this go way too far. Hurt flickered in his now-speckled eyes, and I questioned why seeing that felt like a knife to my own gut.
It was that exact feeling that made me add, “And I think we should refrain from being near each other,” to the monster on his knees in front of me.
I couldn’t afford to feel tenderness for any of them.
A bit of my usual logic was finally creeping through the confusion that dominated this entire situation right now as I accepted this was truly happening. This wasn’t a dream I could just wake up from, and it absolutely wasn’t a nightmare that I could hide from under my comforter, waiting until the sun came back up to chase the terrors away.
This was happening, and I needed to understand it.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed and nodded sharply, “As you wish, Tinsley.”
It was my turn for the hurt to flash. I already missed him calling me baby girl. Using my name felt so formal—like I was just another assignment.
But that’s exactly what I’d asked of him just now, so I couldn’t very well dwell on him respecting my wishes.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I stood, watching as the three of them rose as well. Gesturing at the love seat to the side and couch with one hand while the other held my shirt closed, I offered, “Make yourselves at home. I’ll just be a moment.”
“Take the face mask off,” Oz commanded, that dominating tone gluing my feet to the spot after taking just a few steps towards my room.
My ears burned with embarrassment as my hands flew to my face, and I realized he was right. I still had my fucking face mask on. I knew it wasn’t a cute look, and I couldn’t help but wonder why Oz had kissed me like he had, not knowing what I really looked like.
It was a sobering thought that had me quickly escaping to my room and shutting the door. As it clicked closed, I leaned against it, letting the weight of my realization wash over me.
He hadn’t cared what I looked like because he’d felt a spark between us.
There I was, judging him for his looks, while he had gone after me with a vengeance, despite having this on my face. Lifting a hand, I peeled the mask off and tossed it into the small silver trash bin next to my dresser.
Somehow, that simple move had me feeling more exposed than my shirt being torn open.
They’d be seeing me for the first time, and I was scared that the more I allowed them to see—emotionally and physically—the more I’d struggle to detach from this situation in the way I needed to. They just made it too damn easy to somehow get over the mind-blowing fact that three monsters had appeared in my living room out of nowhere and caused me to glaze over that fact as if this was a regular occurrence.
Hell, I’d kissed one and fantasized about doing that and so much more with all three of them. His hands and mouth had been on my breasts. I wished I could blame it entirely on Oz, but between what he and his brothers had said…I had to accept that my attraction to them was entirely my own doing.
