Page 132 of Monsterland Mayhem

Oh, Gods…

These men already awoke a pleasure inside me unlike any other.

I don’t think I can handle another round.

Not yet.

Not until I’ve come down from my high. Maybe had a bath. Eaten something. Had a glass of water, too, perhaps.

As though someone heard that request, a straw meets my lip. I suck without asking questions, earning me a deep groan from Craze. “Graves, you have the most incredible mouth, Ailsa. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock again.”

“I thought you wanted to share her pussy?” Catum asks, his words making my cheeks flame.

“That, too,” Craze drawls. “I want it all.”

The straw disappears and is replaced by Craze’s tongue as he carries me somewhere. I’m no longer paying attention to our surroundings. I don’t think I have been in quite some time, actually. Because we went through a portal. To where, I have no idea. However, it smells nice.

Like fire, cedar, and spice.

“You did a good job preparing the nest,” Krolic says while Craze continues kissing me.

“It wasn’t easy,” Catum mutters. “Not with the escalated timetable. But I did my best.”

“I think she’ll love it, won’t you, baby girl?” Krolic’s fingers are suddenly in my hair, tilting my head toward him as he commands my attention.

I’m not really sure what he just asked, so I provide a lazy “Mm-hmm” in approval.

He chuckles. “You look exquisitely fucked, my love.” His nose drags across my cheek. “I can smell myself all over you.”

“Because you came all over her,” Craze says.

“And I fully intend to do it again,” Krolic returns before claiming my mouth.

That strange pulsing inside me—the one that’s part pain, part something else—springs to life again. I groan in response, both uncomfortable and turned on.

It’s… a bizarre juxtaposition.

I don’t understand it.

But then, I don’t understand a lot of this.

I’m just embracing the absurdity. Reveling in life. Existing with my mates.

Gods, three Alphas.

All of them are mine.

I can feel it in my soul.

However, the bond isn’t complete.

The kingdom needs an heir.

Krolic said something to me on the way here, something about how it doesn’t matter who impregnates me first, just that it happens.

“So we’re all going to breed you,” he whispered against my ear. “All day and all night.”

My thighs clench as I recall those words now.