Page 133 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Knight

N adia and I work in companionable silence for a while. Constantine was clearly the type to flaunt his wealth and standing. His bedroom holds nothing even remotely interesting. He had some darker kinks, but that’s not the kind of information we’re after.

Nadia squeals in surprise, or possibly delight, as we locate Constantine’s personal office on the second floor.

It’s obvious the downstairs version was for show or for meetings with guests.

Nadia spends a while magicking the locks and, once we’re inside, we set to work. I don’t know what we’re expecting to find, but as a dutiful, bonded demon, I still attempt to survey his filing cabinets.

She grunts, slamming one of his desk drawers.

As she leans over, with her hands on the top, I do a double take.

She clearly used magic to adjust her dress.

It’s no longer the slightly longer version she wore previously.

It’s now short and flirty, landing well above her knees.

Her long hair falls around her shoulders as her head shakes.

I briefly wonder if she found something she didn’t like, or maybe she’s upset we haven’t found anything. It takes way too long for me to parcel out that she’s not a demon. She very well might be struggling with what happened earlier.

I take a few steps, sliding behind her and pulling her hair to the side as my hands land on her generous hips. I tease my lips down the now exposed column of her neck and gently bite her shoulder. “Are you okay? Would you like to talk about what happened earlier?”

“I’m okay.” She shrugs, making her hair fall over my arms as I hold her to my chest. “They deserved what they got.”

“Oh, doll. Don’t have a single doubt in your mind about that.

They were more dangerous than most monsters I’ve come across, even in Hell.

This isn’t something you should let weigh on your conscience.

” I nuzzle my cheek to the top of her head from behind, offering her the comfort and reassurance that I can.

I’m the worst person possible for this job.

Five monsters is a normal Saturday night reaping session for me and Wraith.

Neither of us will lose a wink of sleep over taking out those assholes.

The two monsters that’ll be reborn in the pit will have a chance to do better next time.

Hopefully, they’ll succeed without the toxic influence of the other council members.

Even those two weren’t pure enough to consider sparing completely.

I murmur that against her neck as my lips tease over her shoulder.

“Do you think the human realm paranormal council will investigate? I mean, how could they not? We just murdered five monsters.” She shudders out a breath.

“I don’t think you should worry too much about that.” I lick Ridge’s bondmark. “We can handle whatever comes our way. From the little I’ve heard, it’s clear it was time for a change.”

“It was, but I also don’t go around planning massacres.” She trembles, and I hate that I can’t tell if it’s from my touch or the weight of her concerns.

“Let the paranormal council investigate, if they’d like. They hold no jurisdiction over us. Reapers and sin eaters fall outside of their purview.”

“It’s a little intimidating to realize how powerful you two are.”

“Sorry to inform you, but you’re just as capable of wreaking havoc as we are.” I grin against her skin. “It makes me hard as a rock, or possibly, that’s your curves in this delicious little number.”

She groans. Grabbing my right hand, she slides it toward the apex of her thighs. “I was obsessed with the mystery of Sam and what he’d feel like inside me.”

Her admission makes my heart pound.

“That goes both ways, doll.” My fingers slide over the silky material of the dress, teasing her plump pussy lips.

Her breathing gets ragged when I push where she’s most desperate for my touch.

“I’ve got a full-blown fucking addiction to the sounds you make when I tease you.

” I nip at the shell of her ear as she grinds back against my thickening length.

“I fucking love that you’re as desperate for me as I am for you. ”

“I really am.” Her hand stretches back, cupping my cock, and a low growl escapes my chest. “I remember how much you enjoy eating me out from behind.”

Normally, I would call her out for trying to take the lead, but I couldn’t give a fuck less right now.

I nod against her throat. “Hands on the desk. If you’re a good little fuck toy, I might give you what you’re desperate for.”

My cock thickens as I stare at her shape. She stretches out languidly, and I bite my lip to keep from spanking her naughty ass. She loves to push boundaries. Let’s face it—I enjoy it just as intently, because it means I get to punish her.

I fist her hair, keeping it out of the way as I unzip her with my free hand. She’s not wearing a bra, and the three strings of visible material barely qualify as panties.

“Fuck,” I groan, licking and kissing my way across her shoulder.

The thin straps of her dress fall down her arms. It’s been a lot of years since I was inside anyone.

I’ve got to make sure she’s good and satisfied before I shove my cock into her tight little cunt.

Otherwise, I’ll ruin our first true time together.

“You asshole.” Wraith’s voice appears before he does. Where Malice and I rely on the shadows for siphoning, Wraith doesn’t have the same rules to follow when it comes to the universe. He appears on the desk with his hands stretched back behind him.

I laugh because I knew he’d be along shortly.

“Well, that was super surprising,” Nadia says seductively. “And also extremely hot. Do I finally get to see what’s under the robe?”

I work on sliding her dress down and off her arms while scratching my stubble over her shoulder. The fabric falls to the floor as I tease and tantalize her flesh. She steps out of it while working her hands inside Wraith’s robe. The look on his face is pure anticipation.

“You know you’re about to fuck up his world, right, doll?” I chuckle against her shoulder as my left hand pulls her hips back. “He’s never?—”

“Knight,” he growls in warning.

“Never what?” she asks, tossing back the sides of his robe.

Wraith quickly shrugs out of it and the silly coat he always wears underneath it. His hands land on her face, brushing her hair back. It’s quite a tender moment. I take the opportunity to slice her panties on either side, using my claws to make the process quick and seamless.

“I hadn’t held interest in sex,” he clears his throat, “ever, really, until I met you.”

“That sounds worse than it was,” I pipe in. “You should clarify what you mean by that.”

He grimaces. “Of course. It wasn’t until we saw you many years later that a spark of attraction grew.

The first time we met, that was purely us saving your life.

We didn’t come across you again for a long time.

Eventually, you came up in conversation and we opted to check in on you.

Only, I miscalculated the time difference between Hell and the human realm.

As such, we found you to be much older than we anticipated. You were well into your twenties and?—”

Thankfully, she takes pity on him, cutting him off. “That’s significantly less creepy than watching me for all those years.” Nadia works his belt as Wraith continues gently petting her head. He truly is clueless.

“That would be inappropriate.” He nods. “No, the first time we met, I was simply intrigued on why any mother would attempt to?—”

I slap the shit out of him in the stomach, shaking my head. What the fuck is his problem? Now is not the time for any of that bullshit.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry.” He grimaces. “I often have trouble reading the room.”

“How about you just stretch back and let me make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel over the last few years?” She slides his zipper down.

“I’m not opposed to that idea in the least.” He smiles bashfully. I’m pretty sure Nadia could eat him alive and he’d be here for it. She pulls his jeans down, and Wraith pushes up to make it easier. Her shadows yank at the bottom and then he’s nude.

I get back to work, shoving her forward before hitting my knees behind her. My true tongue flicks out, teasing from her clit to her hole. I briefly consider beginning to prep her ass. With four of us, she’s certainly going to have to get creative with positions and orifices.

“Holy fuck,” Wraith groans.

Nadia chuckles. I can’t see what she’s doing, but I’m fairly sure she’s blowing his mind. At least, that’s what it sounds like from the highly satisfied noises he’s making.

I pull her ass cheeks apart. My forked tongue flicks over her clit, but I’d really like to fuck her cunt with it. I wrap my arms around her legs.

“Keep her steady,” I growl.

“Got it,” Wraith mutters.

I lift, placing her feet on my knees. The height difference becomes much more manageable in this position.

“God, that’s so weird.” She laughs. “Your entire face is buried in my ass.”

“Yeah, and it’s fucking hot,” I growl, biting the crease where her right cheek meets her thigh. “But I think I should focus on getting you ready to take both of us in your juicy pussy.” My fingers tease her hood as I bury my face in her cunt.

My thumb works her clit as I shove my forked tongue deep into her hole. The length in demon form makes it easy. I’ve got plenty of practice making her scream, and it feels like barely any time passes before she’s shivering and begging. It’s mostly muffled.

My left hand slides up, cupping her lower stomach and applying the perfect amount of pressure. She sobs out her release, soaking my face in her cunt.

“Oh, shit. I’m going to come,” Wraith warns.

I pop up, kissing over her lower back and move to tease her tits. My rock-hard cock bumps her thighs through my jeans. She’s bunched in a kind of squatting position with her feet still on my knees.

“Come down my throat,” she moans.