The Call of Monsters (My Beautiful Monsters #3) - J.B. Trepagnier Page 0,22
out, and I was pretty sure my wings were too because Tryphon had to adjust his tentacles and grab me again.
I was also cumming so hard, I was worried about scratching up Kimon and hurting him. Kimon and Tryphon totally weren’t concerned with that. As soon as my demon side came out to play, it just turned them on more. It looked like Kimon was trying to fight the shift into his Minotaur, and I didn’t think it was possible for either of them to fuck me any harder, but they did.
Kimon blew smoke out his nose and had a death grip on my hips.
“Holy shit, baby bird. You just brought one of my fantasies to life. Scratch me a little.”
“This is two fantasies for me,” Tryphon said.
My claws scared me. They were razor sharp, and I didn’t want to hurt Kimon. They just kind of popped out and dug into his chest when Tryphon tightened his hold on my neck, and Kimon hit something inside me that made my toes curl. They were dug into his chest, and I could see blood dripping down his abs, but he was totally into it.
They would all do anything I asked, no matter how fucked up. And I’d found out I was into some pretty kinky monster shit since I got kidnapped. They all found my demonic form erotic and wanted to play. I could do this. It was kind of on the spot, but I could figure out how to use them in a kinky way instead of the more maiming way.
I pressed my paws into Kimon’s chest just enough for my claws to break the skin, but no harder. I left trails of blood and scratch marks as I raked my claws down his hard abs. That totally set Kimon off. Literally. By the time I got as far as I could go, smoke was streaming out his nose, and he was cumming hard.
Tryphon let go too, and his tentacle tightened around my neck so hard I really couldn’t breathe for a minute until he was done and relaxed it.
My demonic form just kind of popped out to play when Tryphon adding choking into the mix, but I had to get out of bed and concentrate on putting her away. The red cloud was back this time, and it wasn’t there when I just spontaneously changed. Questions for my father at a much later date, if asking your father why your demonic form popped out during a threesome when you were getting choked could ever possibly be worked into a conversation without things getting super awkward. For now, I wanted monster snuggles and to sleep.
We all piled into bed, and they had a system for big spoon and little spoon now. I was smashed between Kimon and Pavlina tonight. I could barely keep my eyes open. Pavlina bit my neck.
“I want to play with your demon when we do this again,” she said.
Demos just laughed.
“I think we all do.”
Tryphon just yawned and stretched on the bed.
“And you’ll get to, but we really need to focus on Hephaestus because he hasn’t even seen the glory of River’s monster, and we need to end this before a bunch of Olympians start stomping around down here trying to get their hands on that weapon.”
Yes, I was getting Hephaestus back and ending any Olympian that might have any bright ideas about invading my new home.
Right after I got some sleep.
Chapter 10
Hephaestus
K
illing Zeus and anyone who might want my weapon wasn’t going to be easy, even with the best planning and everyone armed. But I knew his ego was going to be how we did it. He wasn’t stupid enough to go to the Underworld to look for me. Even if I wasn’t there with the blade, there were too many people there that hated him, and he wouldn’t want to risk getting trapped in the Pits of Tartarus with Kronos.
Zeus kept the circle on this small. He’d pretty much only brought fucking Ares in, and he kept pestering the Fates because he didn’t like their answers. Any Olympian worth their salt should know there are two creatures in Olympus you never want to piss off—the Fates and the Furies.
And the Fates liked the little gifts I used to bring them and loathed Zeus. I hadn’t snuck in when he met with them, but I knew they had seen something involving Zeus and me. And based on his tantrums, they were being coy and not