Page 32 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

“I'm going to check in with the guards outside,” Lai grumbles, swiping a hand through the air to gesture to our unwanted guest. “If you've got this under control?”

Raisa nods, and her mates crouch down to collect Ember's sperm donor.

There's an uncomfortable bubbling in my chest. I have to force myself not to devour his soul. Let him try to claim the tiny wolf or take either of them from us, and I'll do it without a second thought.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say no one could stop me if they tried. He’d best focus on his true mate if he survives what comes next, because he'll never take our girls.

Emerson and Dread are quite enjoying a quick shower. I know the second I enter Dread's bedroom. The wave of lust I'm hit with instantly fills me to capacity. I'm honestly baffled why more of my kind don't take human mates. It's extremely convenient having so much energy always at the ready.

I don't often think back on my excessively long list of past sexual partners. That would be like humans obsessing over every meal they've ever eaten. It's part of the life of being a sex demon.

I will say that I find it terribly unfair that Dread has no history to compare to mine.

Laithe would be a much better partner to compare to, if necessary.

Actually, the more I think on it, I've decided it's imperative Emerson never under any circumstances asks for numbers of past liaisons.

I'm fairly sure I couldn't guess that number if I tried, which seems like a dangerous trap to walk into.

Ryktus is sprawled out on the side of the bed Dread usually sleeps on. I frown as I realize he's in a tremendous amount of pain.

“What the bloody hell happened to you?” I ask, tossing myself down on the other side of the king-size bed.

“A wolf with an understanding of how to damage a gargoyle.” He scratches at his jaw. “That reminds me. We should have someone check if his body is in Meena's front yard. I didn't give much consideration to pulling the punch, or the stomp, for that matter.”

Dread comes out of the bathroom with Emerson wrapped around his front.

He's got his cock inside her. They make for quite the tantalizing image.

Feeling his desperation for her ratchets my desire through the roof.

He carefully lowers her to the bed at my side and stays close enough to her that his cock remains buried inside her as he crawls over her.

Dread is covered in thick lines of defined muscle, while Emerson is all luscious curves and soft skin. Before meeting her, I'd never had a single preference for gender or physical appearance, but my tastes have quickly changed to match every single detail of my mate.

Dread kisses her neck and continues fucking in and out of her slick little pussy.

“Fuck,” Ryktus groans at my other side.

I twist and let out a sharp hiss. Fucking hell, that looks painful.

Dread is so completely enamored with our mate that he hasn't acknowledged Ryk's injury.

It's extremely out of character for him, but I'd imagine the hound is firmly in control.

The need to reassure himself that his mate is okay is undoubtedly strong.

The impulse to fuck her through the mattress after finally getting a taste of the good stuff might be at the forefront of his mind too.

I finally pull my eyes away from the tender, yet dirty way Dread is using Emerson's cunt. He growls, and I have to fight to stay focused on our injured packmate. I've never cared much about anyone except me. But I'm in a pack now, and that means worrying about the needs of all.

“Shite,” I hiss, rolling over and getting an up-close look at the mangled tissue of Ryk's wing. “Why haven't you healed it?”

Emerson gasps from behind me. “There's a way for you to heal?”

“You didn't tell her how you heal?” I ask, frowning at the gargoyle. Normally, I'd be amused, but currently, he's taking my focus away from my very sexed-up human.

“It's unnecessary. I'll be good as new by morning.” Ryktus buries his head in the pillow, but his eyes sure dance over to Emerson's tits as they bounce.

“Heal him, so my mate will focus on me again,” Dread snarls. He looks down at Emerson and continues in a much softer tone. “I love that you don't flinch away from the dominance in my gaze.”

“I don't know if my blood will work,” I muse. “I've never tried, but in all honesty, I'm not opposed.”

“Blood?” Emerson gasps as her fingers dig into Dread's ass as he thrusts.

He legitimately could not care less that the gargoyle and I are getting quite the show.

She tosses out her left hand and stretches it toward Ryk.

“Why the hell did I spend half an hour cleaning your wounds if a little blood would have patched you up?”

“I'm fine,” Ryktus grumbles.

I pull her hand to my mouth, kissing her palm, before yanking the pissed-off gargoyle close to her wrist.

“Damn, Dread,” she moans. He grunts and pulls her mouth to his.

Ryktus continues talking shit under his breath, but he sure doesn't hesitate to bite.

Emerson whines so loudly that Dread slaps a hand over her mouth as he growls against her cheek.

“Fuck, yes,” Dread groans. “Tighten just like that, love. I'm going to paint your pussy with my cum. That's it, sweet girl. Come all over my cock.”

Ryktus moans on my right.

The hellhound and my human whimper in ecstasy on my left.

I chuckle. Immortality has never been more new or exciting than with Emerson at our side.

Although, I definitely think it might be time to broach the subject of ensuring her immortality. I smirk as Emerson’s eyes meet mine. Those dreadfully unsexy conversations can wait until another time.

“How do you feel about being double-stuffed between demons? Hmm, sweet mate?” I chuckle at the pulse of her desire that hits me in the bond.

“Are you willing to share or still feeling too feral?” Emerson asks, staring up into Dread’s eyes.

“I guess,” he grumbles. “But I’m not nearly done with her pussy just yet, so you'll have to make other arrangements.”

I laugh.

One human and her fluff-ball of a pup came out of nowhere and changed everything. It's hard to fathom what life would be like without them.