Page 170 of My Monster’s Keeper

“Wait-”

Stix and Puppy push in at the same time. For the first time, I’m really seeing them work in unison, and I want to curse them out.

I pant at the painful stretch, but once they get halfway in, the pain changes to pleasure. I start to get wetter, my arousal flowing down their cocks and making it easier for them to thrust inside of me.

“Harder,” I moan.

Stix laughs while Puppy growls, but they obediently pick up the pace, thrusting up until they are both inside me. Shadows hold my legs up, and I almost lay on Puppy as he sucks on my neck.

They move in unison, thrusting until, by some unspoken agreement, the tempo goes insane. The sensual grinds become bone jarring jolts, their cocks sending pleasure through my insides, spiraling out.

“Fuck!” Stix hisses. “Now!”

Puppy growls and bites into my shoulder, while Stix bites down the other one, I scream as Stix’s barb stabs into me. Only then does Puppy’s knot inflate, locking the three of us together.

“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.” It’s all I can think to say as I slam into a wall of pleasure so intense I black out.

My limbs are still twitching when I wake up a few minutes later. Puppy is nuzzling me while Stix leans against the wall.

“Best vacation ever,” Wilder murmurs with a hungry stare.

I whimper.

***

Five days, and I’m so glad I am in shape and still flexible. They folded me like a pretzel and fucked me eight ways to Sunday. I have never experienced such pleasure.

Or love.

It was the small gestures that broke me. Puppy hearing me whimpering in my sleep and wrapping me in a tail. Stix washing my overheated skin with a cool cloth.

Frost feeding me and keeping me hydrated.

Wilder being a wall of solid, impenetrable logic every time my fears resurfaced.

The ice is gone, and you wouldn’t have known it was even there.

I stretch and find myself pulled down onto the couch, onto Stix’s lap.

“Where are you going?”

Song and Pitch come racing into the room, yowling.

“What’s wrong with them?” I ask tiredly.

“Dinner just walked in,” Puppy says triumphantly. “I was feeling peckish.”

Wilder and Frost wince. Stix mutters something about choices and taste.

I walk to the edge of the huge glass door in our massive lounge room and watch as Puppy disappears into the backyard and its whole huge forest.

“Can you teach me how to hunt?” I ask my remaining mates.

Frost and Stix smirk. Wilder takes my hand in his and purrs. “With pleasure, Your Majesty.”

I glare at him. “None of that.”

“But you are the queen. Our Omega Queen.”