Page 26 of Captured By the Monsters
Did they have a cook?
A maid?
A monstrous butler?
Did…Rowen do this?
No, that definitely wasn’t an option. It was clear he liked me enough to fuck my mouth, but there was no way he’d cooked food for me.
He was the only one awake and therefore the only logical choice, but it had been clear he was irritated with me. Squinting, I took in the four chairs dispersed around the long, rectangular table that appeared to be made of some dark, smooth material, but in the shadows, it was hard to tell.
“Do you have any more light?” I asked softly, afraid to hear the answer. It was just another thing The Above didn’t warn us about—how much we were going to miss the sun. What I wouldn’t give for even just a flashlight.
My monsters swayed almost uncomfortably.
“Paratiisi used to have light from the sun, but not anymore,” was all Sylan said, dejection pouring from those few words.
“But how do you see?” I inquired gently, wondering if they were as blinded as I was.
“Specters can see just fine in the dark—we’re made from it, after all,” Rowen answered, as if that should have been obvious.
“What happens when you solidify?” I asked, looking over at Sylan for an answer.
“We can see fine in either form.”
“But I can’t,” I whispered, a fear of this never-ending darkness down here bubbling up. Escape was futile if I couldn’t see.
Axton came over to rub a soothing hand up and down my arm. “Don’t worry, we won’t leave your side. We’ll protect you and be your eyes. We can also get you a torch with the crystal. It’ll have light as long as we feed it energy.”
His words simultaneously overjoyed and annoyed me. I tried not to think about how a small piece of me questioned why I wanted to escape.
“The light is a privilege,” Rowen added. “Not everyone can have one—only the Trifectas who have found a mate are allowed to keep one—and the Chosen may keep it only if she has proven herself worthy.”
I swore I heard an undercurrent of accusation in his voice. The insinuation pissed me off.
“Am I worthy of it?” I snapped in a peeved tone, but then reminded myself that I had no right to feel that way. My emotions felt tumultuous and I was struggling to wade through them.
A wicked smile tipped Rowen’s lips, “We have yet to see,” was all he said, and I decided it was best that Rowen was currently mostly smoke and shadow because I wanted to punch him in the gut for being a dick. But could I blame him? It was like he sensed my unease skittering beneath the surface, like he was just waiting for me to bolt and prove him right.
My stomach rumbled at the thought, reminding me that I was now hangry.
Sylan led me over to the table to sit and brought over a platter of food for me to sample. I dove in before any of the guys could feed me again. I desperately needed to establish some boundaries even though I secretly loved it when they pushed them last night.
I sensed my three monsters watching me hungrily—but not for the food. I wondered if they ate things like this too, but I was too busy stuffing my face to ask. They floated nearby, as if mesmerized, as I lifted the unknown but succulent morsels of whatever to my mouth.
Despite myself and my intentions, I over-exaggeratedly licked my lips and fingers clean, my tongue enticing and beckoning them. Low growls sounded from the three like they were feral beasts who’d come upon their prey.
I wanted to be their prey.
A small part of me feared that I looked like a fool, but I could feel Axton’s, Sylan’s, and Rowen’s desire like it was a tangible item. I tried to not think with my mind. It seemed that my body knew what it wanted and what to do. For the time being, I let it take charge.
“Careful, Sera,” Rowen cautioned, almost mocking. “You're playing with fire. Don’t let your body make a decision your heart’s not into.”
I sensed a hidden message in his words, but couldn’t figure out what he was really getting at. Sometimes I wondered if Rowen could read my mind; it’s like he knew what I was thinking, right down to me wanting to run away.
Maybe the two of us were more alike than I wanted to acknowledge.
Rowen was baiting me, but I rose to the challenge, thrusting my breasts out as I licked my lips slowly of the juice that was dripping from them.
