Page 10 of Monsters Within (The Creatures We Crave 1)
Lucien
Why did she look so sad? Who had made her look this way?
And why the fuck could I not move from the shadows to hold her in my arms?
I didn’t recognize this small room we were in now, but that was often the case when we were summoned to her. She’d call one or all of us to her side to assist her with a task—which was generally to hurt shitty humans.
It hadn’t always been that way though. As we grew up together, we would be summoned to whichever house she was staying at, at the time, and we’d simply sit together and play a game or eat ice cream. It was a little hard to do before we developed our solidified human forms, but we never told her that.
We would do anything to see a smile light up her face, even before we understood the depths of how we felt for her.
My angel.
While the nickname had stuck due to her pure innocence growing up, I’d found in recent years that she had morphed into an avenging angel of sorts. Her fire and determination to see people brought to justice was inspiring, and we were more than willing to assist her.
Kylo, Elwin, and I were of the same understanding: We’d lay our lives down for her.
She started out as our best friend, and while she still was that, she was so much more now. She was the other half of our souls. The one we couldn’t live without.
Being with her was like the moon being in the night sky, or the water being in the ocean. Inevitable and perfect.
Meant to be.
As I glanced to either side of myself and saw my brothers also restrained within the shadows, I growled. This had never happened before. It was like there was a barrier between us and her, and it needed to be ripped the fuck down.
She stood from the floor, eyes wide in fear as she walked closer to where we were gathered, reaching out with a shaky hand. While it was dark in here, because our forms were made up of shadows, it was easy for our eyes to pierce through them to see clearly.
“Why do you look afraid of us, love?” Elwin asked softly, echoing my own thoughts.
Either she was ignoring him or she couldn’t hear him, for there was no recognition or even indication that she had.
“How do we break free of this?” Kylo asked. His shadowed hands lifted to reach out towards her but hit the invisible wall.
“I’m losing it, being trapped. My blood is roaring in my ears to break free of whatever this is,” I admitted as my eyes continued to track her movement. Anything that got in the way of my angel and me created this haze of aggression that couldn’t be stopped without them being obliterated. That or holding her to me.
Her touch soothed me like no other.
The fact that there was no one I could rip to shreds for our current predicament, that I couldn’t touch her silky skin… I had no idea how long I could handle this. It was like a million pricks of needles beneath the surface of my being, making me twitch uncomfortably.
“We’ll figure it out, Lucien,” Kylo was quick to soothe me, but kept his eyes on her.
Her signature vanilla and citrus scent wafted through the air around us as she came to a halt mere inches away. It reminded me of where I had just left off with her—her breasts exposed and my mouth latched around her nipples as she moaned for me—and I was still struggling with the sexual tension I’d been left with after she popped out of existence.
I wanted—no, fuck, I needed—to gather her up and lay her down on the small bed in the corner of this room. I’d rip the clothes from her body and continue the exploration of her exquisite body. I’d sink my face into her pussy and spend hours learning her and what she wanted until her legs were quivering around my neck. Then, and only then, would I thrust my cock into her tight little pussy. Her pleasure came before my own, literally and figuratively.
That moment was one I had looked forward to for years, and to say I was livid for it being ripped away from me was an understatement. It wasn’t that I was angry it had taken so long to happen—because I was more than happy to wait for the right moment when she was ready—but I knew she hadn’t wanted to leave either. We had both wanted to explore our intimacy further, and something had caused us to be torn apart.
It was me and my brothers’ biggest gripe with our situation. We had no control over how long we got to spend with her. Sometimes she’d tell us goodbye before she blinked away, but a majority of the time it was like she had no idea it was coming either.
We were left counting down the hours until she’d call on us again.
“Is someone there?” her sweet voice called out, quivering slightly as she dropped her hand and looked around.
It was very unlike my angel to sound afraid, and it made my fucking blood boil to hear it. She didn’t need to fear anything—we’d never allow anyone to lay a finger on her, and if they did, much like the man earlier, I’d simply remove the offending appendages.
Problem solved.
“Can you hear me, darling?” Kylo asked, the pain evident in his voice at seeing her like this.
