Page 42 of My Monster’s Keeper

“Either they don’t care or some of them are involved,” I say at once. “I’m hesitant to say either way because it took some teaching to stop these homicidal maniacs from killing everything that moved.”

Diablos and I stare at each other.

“I can’t flush them all out.”

“There has to be a way,” I murmur.

He shakes his head. “We need to get all of them or it won’t end.”

I ponder the situation for a long moment, then shrug. “We’ll find an answer.”

“This is true,” Diablos murmurs, glancing sideways at Stix and Wilder, who are making out. “Er, I’m going to take Hartley away from this obscene display. ”

“Wait-” I call out, but he disappears. I turn with exasperation to snarl at Stix and Wilder, but Stix has his hands down the front of Wilder’s jeans and is clearly stroking his huge cock. Both of them have their eyes on me.

“Baby,” Stix purrs. “Come here.”

Puppy wraps his arms around my waist and drags me back against his chest. His black hair tickles my neck as he bites into my neck.

I gasp, arching against him. Frost reaches out, and my clothes fall off. He drags a finger down my breast, pausing at my nipple. The cold makes me shiver.

“Mine,” Puppy growls.

Wilder’s eyes flash, and vines grab hold of the three of us, dragging us across the room. He pulls me right up against Stix and leans so he’s nose-to-nose with Puppy.

“Ours.”

When Puppy hisses, Wilder leans towards him, kissing him hard.

Puppy rears back, blinking before he hisses and snaps his hand out, seizing Wilder’s throat. Stix moves me out of the way and hands me into Frost’s waiting arms.

“I could steal you now,” Frost murmurs.

I smile at him as he puts a palm over my mouth and slips a finger deep inside me.

I’m torn between the four of them. Stix lingers on the edge, protectively refereeing Wilder and Puppy, who are still staring at each other.

Puppy seems confused, and then he makes a decision with a squeeze of his fingers that makes Wilder yelp. He kisses the Fae again, forcing his tongue into the huge Fae’s throat.

I see Wilder panic and then the bliss that hits me. Ha. Is that what I look like? My core tightens, and I fuck Frost’s fingers, unable to help myself.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Then do so,” Frost follows those words up with delicate curling words that are his native language.

I throw my head back against his shoulder, panting as I clench around his fingers.

He holds me while I tremble and then withdraws his finger from inside me, only to push it slowly into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I obey instantly. The icy feel of his fingers makes my mouth numb very quickly. I moan and hold on as long as I can, but he pulls his fingers out and smiles against my neck.

“On your knees. ”

I drop down to my knees as Puppy approaches with narrowed eyes. He glares at Frost, who strokes my hair.

Puppy grips his cock and comes closer. When he’s within reach, I reach out and pull him towards me. I lick around the rim of his cock, smiling when he hisses. I take him into my mouth, and he inhales swiftly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Frost purrs.

Wilder wraps vines around Frost and pulls his arms up and away from his body.

“What are you doing!” Frost snarls.

Wilder just meanders over, rubbing a hand over my hair as I bob on Puppy’s cock. He doesn’t stop until he’s chest-to-chest with Frost.

“You married our Becks.”

I side-eye them but keep teasing my Grim. The round growls emanating out of him are making it hard to focus.

Frost says something and then shrugs. “I did. She’s mine.”

“Ours,” Wilder repeats.

Shadows wrap around my thighs, and I’m lifted into the air. I let go of Puppy’s cock with a pop and peer around, only to find a very naked Stix staring at me from where he’s leaning against the kitchen sink.

I’m rotated onto my back, my limbs stretched out and then held in place, exposed and unable to move.

Puppy follows me, his yellow and black eyes blazing with inner light. He steps between my legs and pushes into me.

I groan. The stretch of him is incredible.

“My Grim, Puppy, please.”

He snarls and violently thrusts into me before pausing, buried deep. He grinds his hips in a circle, pressing against my clit. I thrash my head from side to side, but then he’s picked up as well and tilted back. I fall on him and press my lips to his.

I’m barely aware of anything else until another person presses into me from behind.

“I’m going to give you a choice.”

I pull away from Puppy and turn my head so I can see Wilder behind me. He kisses my shoulder and grazes his teeth along the skin.

“What choice?” I pant.

“You can have me and Puppy at the same time, or I can take your ass with both my cocks. ”

My eyes widen. “I don’t think-”

“Oh, I’ll fit, don’t you worry. You can take us,” Wilder purrs. “So, what’s it going to be?”

I open and close my mouth because I can’t possibly make that decision.

“She wants you inside with me and in her ass,” Puppy growls. “Her cunt has turned to liquid.”

I blush. “You’re loving it,” I snap back defensively, although it comes out whiny.

Puppy bares his teeth in a smile. “I am. It’s mine.”

“Ours,” Wilder growls, and when Puppy pulls out, he pushes in with him. I’m so wet and aroused that, even though there is an almost painful stretch, he slips inside me. My eyes are wide, and all I can do is feel.

“This is nuts,” I moan.

“You’re so good, taking us both,” Wilder purrs in my ear. He pulls out a bit, and then I feel his other cock pressing into my ass.

I whimper.

“It’s going to be okay, Becks. You were made for us,” Wilder whispers.

Inch by slow inch, the two of them work their way into me until I’m fuller than I’ve ever been. They pause inside me at their deepest.

Like the moment before a storm crashes the city.

I’m in the eye of their hurricane.

By some unspoken agreement, they pull out together and surge back in. My groan is guttural, it’s raw, it’s some other sexed up woman. It’s not me. I cling to Puppy, kissing his neck and shoulder, delirious in the feelings and all the sensations.

Wilder reaches around, slipping his hand in between us and squeezing my breast.

Puppy’s eyes narrow. He snaps his hips into me, and Wilder and I groan simultaneously. His lips lift, and he does it again and again. Wilder isn’t even moving now, his cocks are buried inside me, and he just holds on and groans in my ear.

“Puppy,” he grits out.

My Grim smirks, and shadows gather under my thighs, pulling my legs up and out. I sink deeper onto Wilder, who shudders against my back, leaving a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Damn competitive shadows,” Wilder growls, and then, when Puppy seats himself in me fully, Wilder flips the tables on him, and I see the Grim’s eyes go wild .

He snarls, baring his teeth, and loses it, rutting into me. Fucking me so wildly that I come screaming in seconds.

My body tingles, but another orgasm is building. I pant, clinging to him as he thrusts harder. Wilder lets out a curse, and then both of them are moving in me with a wildness that makes me feel like a doll.

“Wilder!” I scream. “PUPPY.”

My whole body convulses, and I clench so tightly on them that it’s almost painful.

“Please,” I choke out as pleasure tears through me. The intensity makes my eyes see spots.

Puppy and Wilder thrust into me, and my eyes widen. Puppy’s knot is swelling. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. Wilder roars, thrusting helplessly against the knot. I can feel him growing, too. So tight, too tight.

Puppy hisses. Both of them shudder and tremble. I can feel them twitching inside of me. Wilder collapses against my back, pressing me into Puppy. We’re going to be here for a while. I’m so full, but even the slightest movement sends pleasure ripping through me.

“That was incredible,” he whispers.

“Yes,” Puppy says, but his eyes are wide, and he looks dazed. He wraps his arms around us, hesitating before placing his hand on Wilder.

Wilder nuzzles me, and Puppy watches. I turn my head for Wilder’s kiss. He takes his time. When he lets me go, I look up at Puppy, trying to judge. He considers it, and then kisses me with far more passion than Wilder.

I’m not complaining.

Wilder grunts as he pulls out of me, and then he lifts me off Puppy and sets me on the ground. My knees collapse, and I’m caught around the middle by both of them.

Puppy smirks, and Wilder whistles.

“Not one word,” I grumble.

“No words,” Puppy agrees.

Stix slides in, smiling. He looks at Wilder and pulls me out of his arms. “My turn.”

I’m lifted into the air by his shadows until I’m at his head height. He tilts me back and drags his fingers up my legs from my ankles until he pushes my inner thighs, forcing me to spread them.

“Stix!”

“I want to see. Look at you, so full of cum it’s dripping out. I’m torn between removing it, adding more, or finding something to stop it from escaping you,” Stix murmurs and kisses my inner thigh. “Oh, this poor abused, pretty cunt. Look how red and swollen it is.”

I whimper.

He licks through my lips up to my clit and sucks. “What do you say? Can you go again or do you need a break?”

I reach between us, gripping his hair and holding him in place. “Again. I can take you.”

“And Frost,” Stix murmurs as he nips my clit. The blaze of pain makes me yelp, my back arching.

“Yes, yes. I can do it. Please. I need you.”

Stix laughs. It’s an evil, darkly sinful laugh that promises pain and pleasure.

“Frost.”

Stix pulls the Fae towards us and grips the back of his neck. He leans forward, pausing just before their lips touch. I can see them searching, and I tense, waiting, but Frost closes the distance, and their kiss is tentative, uncertain, but builds passionately.

Frost breaks away, panting. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck her. Make her hot and cold. Confuse her senses. I want to fuck her dripping cunt knowing my murder has had her already.”

“Murder?” I ask.

“We are not wolves or dogs.” He snarls. “A pack is a ridiculous name. We are clearly a murder of Shadows.”