Page 29 of Captured By the Monsters
In seconds, he was fucking my throat hard enough for tears to spill out the sides of my eyes and trace down my cheeks, but he didn’t stop—and I loved every second of his rough control. It was the perfect way for me to get out of my head and just live in the moment, because I had no other choice.
Cum and oxygen: my two priorities right now.
He picked up the pace, and I struggled to keep my mouth wrapped around him as his thickness grew with his impending orgasm. My pussy was throbbing with need, and I felt my slickness gathering.
His roar was the only warning that he was tipping over the edge. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with hot spurts of his cum. I swallowed it greedily, moaning at what tasted like melted chocolate—sweet with a hint of salty. His grip on my hair loosened, but I didn’t stop sucking the head of his dick, aggressively milking every last drop of him as he praised me. “That’s right, precious. Lick up every drop.”
Moaning, I did as he said until there was without a doubt nothing left.
Collapsing back onto my heels, I assessed how I felt now. Not full, but at least the hunger pains had stopped. Truthfully, I was more horny than hungry now; something I must have conveyed to the guys because Axton swooped in to work my soaking core with his only physical body part as my knees widened, allowing him further access in my position.
His monstrously large finger curled deep inside of my pussy, making me squirm in anticipation. My breathing turned into pants of need as he hit a spot deep within me.
“More,” I ordered greedily as my hips began to set their own pace, fucking his hand the way I wanted it.
Axton snarled in warning before he truly finger fucked me into oblivion.
Sylan floated over, plastering himself to my back. I looked up to see Rowen still just watching, his lips forever curled into a look of amusement that pissed me off.
Narrowing my eyes, I opened my mouth to tell him off, but Sylan chose that moment to raise his shadowy tendrils to encircle my breast. My eyes rolled back as the shadows tightened around my nipples, tweaking them. The two monsters worked in tandem as Axton added another finger into my wet heat, my scream of surprise and fulfillment shattering around us as I came hard.
It took me a few minutes to regulate my breathing, wondering what the hell just happened—that orgasm came out of nowhere.
Blinking through the lust filled haze that was my brain, I focused on Rowen, intending on setting whatever this issue was between us straight, but I faltered as I took in the sight before me.
I could see his eyes—and not just his, but Axton’s and Sylan’s as well. They weren’t eyes in the human sense, more like eye sockets, deep pits of black with small sparks of color nestled within them.
Rowen’s were bronze, while Sylan’s were silver, and Axton’s were gold. Three of the most precious metals known to mankind resided in their ocular depths. It seemed everywhere I turned in this land, I found some hidden treasure.
“Your eyes!” I breathed in wonder, a ball of excitement gathering within me at being one step closer to seeing their true forms.
All three men stared at me with identical expressions of awe, as if they were seeing the sun for the first time. I realized I was their sun—their light—which is what they’d been trying to explain to me. Human women were Specters’ mates, the light to their dark. We were the most important thing in their lives.
“You’re even more beautiful than before,” Sylan murmured, and I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion.
“Could you not see me clearly before?”
“Yes, but it was muted,” Axton explained. “All the colors before were dulled. Seeing you now in full color… There are no words. You’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.”
The sincerity of his words made me blush, and I looked away, not used to compliments. Men from The Above weren’t allowed to flirt, compliment, or hit on women under twenty-five. It was against the law since we could be Selected. I didn’t know if human men found me attractive or not, but it was gratifying to know that I was to my monsters.
I peeked at Rowen, who still hadn’t said anything. The wicked amusement in his smile now reached to the bronzed sparks of his eyes. Nibbling my lip, I decided it was best not to confront him as I had planned. I suddenly felt exposed and didn’t want to address my emotions—it was healthier to box that shit up, right?
But Rowen wasn’t having any of that.
“Sera,” he called when I refused to make eye contact again.
“Yes?” I offered while looking at the ceiling, attempting to respond as nonchalantly as possible.
“It’s time to talk.”
A ball of dread formed in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to argue, but it seemed we naturally butted heads, and I was feeling too emotionally raw right now for that type of confrontation.
“About what?” I feigned ignorance—which is supposed to be bliss, but felt uncomfortable as fuck instead.
“About the jealousy you were feeling earlier,” Rowen commented nonchalantly, but it felt like I was being doused with cold water.
My lips pursed as I contemplated denying his words, but before I could, he made it clear that wasn’t going to work.
