Page 53 of My Monster’s Keeper

Epilogue - Becky

M y fears bleed away, I laugh softly, and I find myself staring into Frost’s ice-white eyes.

“What’s so funny?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I was just thinking about how you’re stuck with me. Earth Defenders,” I snicker.

Frost growls and reaches for me, pulling me into a huge kiss. “I’m not an Earth Defender right now. At this moment, I am simply your alpha.”

He starts to purr, and I lean into him, my ear pressed to his chest, my mind almost blank with soft pleasure. Eventually, it stops, and I blink out of my stupor.

The heat rises like the waves of a tide, and I can’t stop the moan. I clench my thighs together as Frost peels my clothes off piece by piece.

By the time he’s done, my body is primed, my skin tingles, my nipples are hard, and I’m ready for everything.

“Are you going to fuck me or just look at me?” I run my hands up and cup my breasts, throwing my head back and moaning.

I’m suddenly thrown to the side, caught by the hips, and yanked back against a hard cock, while a hand grips the back of my head and bends me over.

“Open your mouth and show us you know how to not tease your mates,” Wilder murmurs nice and low.

Heat unfurls, and all I can smell is my scent drowning everything else out. I’m lost in the moment, the heat of a hand languidly smoothing up my spine. My thighs are damp with slick, and I am aching and hungry for my mates. For their knots.

I grip his cocks, one in each hand, and smirk. “I think I need another lesson, Wilder.”

“Fuck!” he says, and I love that he’s using a human curse word .

There’s something so attractive about shattering them. I get lost in the haze as fingers push inside me, squelching as they pump in and out.

I moan, panting, unable to stop my hips from rocking and pressing back against his fingers. Wilder taps my head to get my attention, and I refocus with a single-minded intensity.

Frost slams into me, impaling me on him in one hard thrust. Oh, yeah, just like that.

My knees get all weak, but they don’t care. They hold me up while Wilder sticks one, then two of his cocks into my mouth and fucks me in short little thrusts.

Despite being filled, I need more. The heat is driving me, and, this time, it’s right. I don’t need to be afraid.

I can barely get my mouth open wide enough, but just when I’m getting comfortable, Frost’s dick turns into an icicle. I howl around Wilder’s cocks and get them shoved deeper for my credit.

Frost continues pumping that cock of ice, driving me insane. I writhe and come repeatedly in small orgasms that are interrupted by the duo.

Just when his cock gets too cold, it starts to heat. The painful pleasure of my overstimulated insides while he slams into me sends me almost sobbing around Wilder.

He grips my hair and drags me down onto his cocks. “I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy with both of these tonight. And your ass another day.” Wilder whispers, “Stretch you out and feel you get so tight around me. Listen to you howl for more.”

I moan at his dark threat.

Wilder grips my hair tighter and pulls me down harder. I gag and choke, but then I’m forced to swallow as mouthful after mouthful of cum pours into me. His dicks twitch and shiver in my mouth, but he doesn’t let me up.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Frost growls and hammers into me harder. His hips piston into me, leaving the room almost echoing, the thunk of his thighs hitting my ass, skin slapping skin, his cock slipping into my wet pussy, and our breathing so strained.

Frost yelps but fucks into me harder still.

“Good Fae,” Stix murmurs.

I don’t know what he’s doing, but whatever it’s making Frost do is incredible. He’s grinding his hips in a circle, gripping me harder, dragging me back onto his cock rather than fucking me.

Wilder pulls his soft cocks from my lips and then slaps my face with them. I sob because I should hate it, but all I want is for him to do it again .

I’m still holding onto Wilder, but I twist to look over my shoulder and find Frost’s head back on Stix’s shoulder. My shadow stares at me.

“How’s it feel, little one?”

“Good.”

“Just good?”

“Amazing.”

Stix grins and bites hard into Frost’s neck. The Fae shouts out and thrusts even harder into me, losing control. The only thing keeping me up is Wilder’s grip on my shoulders and Frost’s savage grip on my hips.

He shouts, and his cock stiffens, heating up to blow torch levels of heat before turning ice cold and spraying his cum across my insides. A knot grows suddenly, locking us together, and I scream as Frost suddenly thrusts harder into me, grabbing my hips like he’s trying to crawl into me.

My body clenches around him, waves of sensation throwing me around. When the wave slows, I hang there, supported by Wilder, who strokes my hair.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Such a good girl.”

What would happen if I got pregnant?

I shake that terrifying but intriguing thought away.

Stix walks off. I hear water running, but by the time he returns, I’m standing upright, bow legged but upright, and Frost has collapsed on the bed, his knot deflating.

I need more.

I almost weep at the demand of my body.

Puppy appears between my legs. Just appears there and shoulders my legs apart. I gasp and barely catch my balance before his tongue is working its way inside me.

I whimper and gasp and clutch at his hair.

“Puppy!”

His tongue reaches a spot inside me and rubs on the wall of my vagina, pressing into those bundles of nerves. I spasm, my hips jerking into his face uncontrollably. His eyes glow up at me as his tongue curls into me, tearing a mind-shattering orgasm from me with no warning.

“Puppy!” I pant a couple of minutes later, pulling at his hair. Trying to get him to stop, but he’s on a mission.

I’m barely coherent when he hits a spot that causes my body to simply explode in reaction.

I pull his hair, screaming as I tighten around his tongue.

He doesn’t stop, though. Oh, no, he keeps undulating it, forcing it around in circles, rubbing me in a way that drags my orgasm out longer and longer.

I sag, panting, sweat dripping from my face.

He crawls up my body and then picks me up and spins me. Stix presses against my back and kisses my shoulders.

“A knot and a barb,” Stix murmurs. “We’re calling this an experiment.”

My eyes widen as I really grasp what they’re going to do to me.

“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.”

My frown melts. How can I be mad at that? “Teach me to hunt bad guys.”

“As you wish, poppet.” Stix says.

Outside the window, Puppy pauses, flicking his tongue in our direction. The night is brisk and cold; the stars are out in their millions. My world is so much bigger than it was. So much better.

I have love. I have a family. I have a job that I also love. Who else gets to feed bad guys to their mates?

There is a bad guy out there doing the wrong thing, and it’s our job to stop him.

We are Earth’s only protection. I am the Omega Queen and all that stands between the monsters of the worlds and the slowly awakening humans that will need us in the coming days.

We are the gatekeepers of the worlds beyond this one. The fangs and claws that are keeping it from being overrun.

And we are hungry.