Page 28 of Captured By the Monsters
SERA
My mouth was hanging open at the realization that just rocked my world. I quickly snapped it shut as I processed the revelation.
“There must be another way!” I objected and surged to my feet, unable to accept this change. Desperately, I grabbed at the food and shoved it in my mouth before anyone could stop me. This had to be a mistake. If this was true, that would mean there really was no hope of me surviving without them now.
That couldn’t be my reality.
Gizmo needed me. My parents. Hell, the entire Above needed the information I gathered down here.
“Sera, wait!” Axton commanded, but I ignored him, gobbling down the food in desperation, wanting my body to have a sudden change of heart.
No sooner had I swallowed than my stomach cramped in protest, revolting violently. Hot tears of anger and frustration welled up in my eyes as Sylan shifted over. I could smell his slightly cinnamon and smoky scent, alerting me that it was him.
“It’ll be alright, Sera. We’ll get through this together,” he reassured in his calming manner, instantly relieving some of the fear that was clenching my chest. A part of me loathed how much I trusted him and how badly I wanted to fall into his embrace.
Sucking in a shuddering breath, I clung to the hope that he was right. That everything would be alright. I wasn’t used to relying on anyone else to take care of me—I took care of me, always—but down here in Paratiisi, I was incapable of such a feat.
It was an alien world that was making me rely on these three monsters, forcing me to place my trust in them whether I wanted to or not. I didn’t like being vulnerable and exposed, as I was now—that was how people got hurt.
I especially disliked the thought of them feeding me their cum to sustain my life. Not because it was cum—honestly, the stuff tasted delicious—the problem was that it came from Axton, Sylan, and Rowen. Three monsters who had already set my mind and heart at war so quickly. Being reliant upon them for such a basic need would open up the door for us to deepen the bonds I already felt forming.
A hand swam into view and brushed away the tears that were falling down my cheeks. I should have pulled away, but instead I found myself leaning into it. “Please, let us help you.” Axton’s soft words were the gentlest that he’d spoken to me yet, a plea for my safety and health.
My stomach twisted at the thought, reminding me that I needed sustenance stat, regardless of what it was. As long as it provided me with nutrients to carry on, I had very little choice at the moment.
Taking a deep breath, I sank to my knees before the three smoky Specters. My monsters told me that with every sexual encounter, they would gain more strength and physicality. I wondered what our encounter would bring forth this time, hoping to see more of them. Underneath their shadows lurked a mystery I wished to solve, even if a part of me still wanted to run.
Sylan and Axton crowded in close around me on my knees, saying nothing, silently understanding that I was submitting to this need. But Rowen floated just out of reach, as if still holding himself back. His distance hurt, and I wondered once more what he was running from. Was it the situation in general, or specifically something about me?
Turning my attention back to Axton and Sylan, I felt the whisper of their cocks against my lips. My tummy rumbled in anticipation, as if it understood this would be its only source of food—or maybe it just recalled the mouthwatering taste of their cum.
Opening my mouth, I ran my tongue against both their heads at once. With my hands, I gripped their impressive lengths to the best of my ability, rubbing them together slightly as I struggled to give them both attention at the same time. They groaned, and I briefly wondered if it was a new sensation for them or something they’d enjoyed before I became their mate.
An unreasonable jealousy exploded in my head before quickly rushing down to my arms and legs, creating a sizzling path of fiery resentment inside of me. I didn’t want to share these men—not even with one another. For some illogical reason, I desired them only for myself.
I hummed in disgust at my ridiculous thoughts. These men weren’t beholden to me, and I certainly didn’t want to be bound to them… Right? A gasp escaped my mouth, muffled against the large, flared heads of their cocks. My eyes flew open, and Rowen’s floating form had stilled a mere few feet away.
Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt his stare—as if his gaze could pierce inside of me and know my thoughts.
“Keep going,” he commanded in a soft growl. “You can take more in your mouth.”
Oh, shit.
I doubled down on my task at hand, hoping that if I put on a good enough show, he would give in and join. It felt wrong to have him so distant.
Alternating between Sylan’s and Axton’s dicks, I licked them from top to base and back up. My tongue traced along the grooves on the underside of their cocks, and I loved the bumpy pattern it created. I stifled the moan that threatened to sound at the thought of what these bumps would feel like inside of me, but Rowen’s smirk told me he knew exactly where my mind was.
A rush of heat pulsed at the apex of my legs, making me clench them together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. My eyes snapped to Rowen once more—whose smirk had grown. Dammit. I wasn’t hiding anything from this particular monster.
Huffing in irritation, I focused my attention on Axton, the only one of the three whose cum I hadn’t tasted. Wrapping both hands around his cock, I pumped my fists up and down, rubbing the head along my cheek. I loved the velvety smooth feel against my skin.
A bead of precum pooled at the top of Axton’s dick, and I swooped in to lick it up, curious at the flavor. A groan echoed around the dining room area, and I realized it was me.
Chocolate.
I was officially screwed. The three of them tasted like marshmallows, cinnamon rolls, and chocolate. Like a woman possessed, I went down on Axton like his jizz would be my last meal. I needed more. That little drop had set off a primal urge to take more of their cum into me.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked his length deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth along the distinctive grooves. His feral hiss told me he liked this and I tucked it away into my memory bank. His hand—the only corporeal part of him—clamped at the back of my head as he fisted my hair, hard.
