Page 58 of Captured By the Monsters
The list of women who’d tragically lost their lives was growing, and the fault lay with both territories. The Above and Paratiisi were equally to blame for this.
I would honor these women by fixing the divide between our lands. I would ensure no other woman died due to the lies and desperation of our species.
Rowen dropped to his knees and brushed a tear from my cheek with the pad of his finger as I pulled back from Sylan to look at him.
My eyes closed as the warmth from his palm centered me, and I leaned further into it, needing to feel grounded.
I was a mess of chaotic emotions inside, and it was truly hitting me how dangerous this world was. Like a fool, my monsters and I had assumed I would be safe after being claimed.
But I could have died today. This could have been our last day together.
The fear of losing them hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t want to be parted from them, ever. I had come so close, and I still felt like I was on pins and needles, waiting for the usurpers to come back and finish me off.
An urgency crawled underneath my skin until I felt an overwhelming need to feel them and remind myself that I was here with them. My mind warred with the physical need of my body. It felt wrong to crave a sexual touch to ground myself after the deaths of these women, but it won out over my logical side.
My brain was frayed, and it was all too much.
That craving for them that had started as soon as they left me in that room had only intensified at the realization that it could have all been taken from us, and I couldn’t push it back down. It refused to leave the forefront of my mind now.
“Please,” I begged dejectedly as my eyes opened and fixated on Sylan in front of me. “Please help me.”
I felt like I was losing my mind. I felt so much pain and had seen so much death. So why was I having sexual desires right now? It made me disgusted with myself, and I wanted to turn everything off.
“Don’t worry,” Sylan assured before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We’ve got you.”
A single tear ran down my cheek as I internally screamed at myself for needing this right now.
Rowen’s hand dropped from my cheek, and he laid me back until my head landed in Axton’s lap, who had shuffled back a bit. Rowen leaned down to kiss me passionately, and I clung to him like he was the oxygen I needed to breathe.
That inferno within me was blazing with their touch, and my skin felt like pins and needles again.
Rowen continued to kiss me, tenderly trying to slow down my feverish need to go faster as I tried to take control of the moment. Thankfully, Sylan angled himself until he was settling between my legs, knowing I needed more.
Pushing up my filmy dress until it was bunched at my hips, he spread my legs wide and pumped two fingers into my wet heat. The instant gratification of getting what I wanted only lasted for mere seconds. My back arched and I tried to buck my hips to find the sensation I needed.
It wasn’t enough. It felt like his actions had fully unleashed a wild creature slumbering inside of me—a raging dragon that was burning out of control.
“More,” I snarled, gritting my teeth as another tear fell, arching my hips into his fingers.
I desperately wanted this ache to go away. It was clouding my mind and making me lose sight of how I should have reacted in this situation. The normal Sera would have only sought the comfort of their touch in the form of being held as I cried. Not… whatever this was.
A part of me expected him or one of the others to tease me and sexually charge the moment further, but to my surprise, none of them did. I was immensely grateful, not wanting this to turn into some drawn-out orgy. I just wanted enough to satiate whatever this was so that we could get the hell out of here and plan our trip to The Above.
Sylan’s fingers worked me fast and hard, finger-fucking me while I raced toward the pinnacle. I peaked faster than I could have ever thought possible, but I was relieved.
My orgasm burst like a lightning strike, electrocuting my body with renewed vitality. The crystal around my neck glowed with the intensity as I cried out. Moments passed as I panted, a wave of calmness flowing through me, but it didn’t last long. The tingles beneath my skin returned, this time painfully, and lust slammed into me once more.
What was happening to me?
This wasn’t me.
I started to cry in earnest, hating the feeling of being trapped in a body I had no control over. I wondered if I was slowly coming unhinged from being down in The Below for too long.
Did all human women feel this way for their mates?
Whatever this was, I didn’t like it and needed it to stop. Everything inside my brain and heart was a jumbled mess that I couldn’t sift through. All I knew was that my body needed more of them.
My soul was a fractured mess, and their touch was the glue keeping me together.
