Page 133 of Monsterland Mayhem

I can’t imagine doing this for hours, let alone days. I’m… I’m exhausted.

Yet I can feel the warmth growing inside me, the need stirring an intense sort of tension in my lower belly.

Krolic’s tongue whispers across mine, deepening that yearning until I’m panting against him. “Mmm, you’re almost ready,” he says. “But I need you to eat something first, Ailsa.”

He releases me to Catum, who presses something against my mouth. I part for him instinctually, then moan when I realize whatever he just gave me is cherry flavored.

“Beautiful,” he praises. “You’re fucking stunning, Miss Marvel.”

I’m not sure how I find myself in his lap, but I do. He alternates between cherry treats and water, while Craze reaches over to feed me savory bites of cheese and meat.

The food doesn’t seem to help the growing ache inside me, though.

When I tell Catum this, he replies, “That’s because you’re going into heat, Ailsa. The only thing that will satisfy you is a knot.”

I shiver. “Is that why we’ll be… fucking for days?”Fuckingfeels foreign on my lips. I rarely use that word. But it seems appropriate now.

And my mates seem to approve because they all grin at me in response.

“We’ll be fucking you for days because we want to fuck you for days,” Craze drawls. “We don’t need you to be in heat for that.”

“Pretty sure we’re going to live inside you for the rest of our lives, baby girl,” Krolic adds with a wink.

My cheeks flame in response. “That sounds…” I trail off, unable to fathom a reply.

“Sexy?” Craze offers. “Hot? Really fucking nice? Like a dream come true?”

Catum chuckles beneath me. “We’ll let you shower, Ailsa. And rest. Sometimes.”

My eyes widen. “Sometimes?”

He shrugs. “When the mood strikes.”

Oh, Gods.“I don’t think I can do this all the time.”

“I’ll remember that in about two hours when you’re begging us to never stop knotting you,” he murmurs, an amused look in his eyes. “But before we begin, is there anything you’re truly afraid of?”

My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“Anything that you don’t want done to you?” he rephrases. “You don’t seem all that opposed to pain, which is good. We like mingling pain with pleasure. Not in a punishment kind of way, though. We’re more into sensual play.”

“Can you…?” I trail off and clear my throat. “Can you give me some examples?”

He looks at Krolic. “Can you get me the red candle?”

My frown deepens, confused by the subject change.

But Catum ignores me and starts clearing the table off in front of him.

When Krolic sets the candle down, Catum touches the wick, creating a flame with his fingertip. My gaze widens. “That’s impressive.”

He snorts. “Not nearly as impressive as the things I’m about to do to you, Miss Marvel.” He picks up the candle and swirls it. “Now back to our discussion. I need to know if anything scares you. Like, say, fire.” He brings it close, and I just blink at the flames.

“I… I don’t want to be burned by it,” I say slowly. “But it doesn’t scare me.”

He nods as Craze slides his chair closer, a knife twirling between his fingers. “What about blades?”

I stare at him. “Are you asking to stab me?”