Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,16

five months I stood still. Kissing her like she’s the last breath I’m ever going to have.

She moans into my mouth when I shove her legs open and slide inside her with ease, and I don’t hold back…much.

I force every bit of pleasure into her that I can, and she immediately clenches around me, already crying out my name.

My lips descend on hers so I can swallow the sounds, because she said I could be selfish. Damn this girl for making me care so fucking much about anything, even if she is my new favorite addiction that I never want to let go.

I forgot what it was like to have to feel. I have a love/hate relationship with it.

A rush of power swells inside me, fire burning in my veins, as I move inside her with abandon.

Take selfishly.

Take all you need.

This is for your pleasure. Not mine.

Take more than you need.

Take as much as you can stand.

She’s more intoxicating than I remember when that power flows inside me with a heady rush, almost leaving me high on the outrageous dose. My lips crush hers in a bruising kiss. I hold back my sounds, feeling each pulse of pleasure, as my spine stiffens and my body releases inside hers.

Her nails dig into my back as she clenches around me again, my orgasm setting off her next one.

But I’m already moving again, because I can certainly stand more. Much more.

“As much as I can stand?” I ask, double-checking the ambitious woman’s request.

Her legs tighten against me, and she kisses her way up my neck, as she holds me to her with as much desperation as I hold her to me.

“As much as you can stand,” she echoes. “And then some.”

Chapter 5

ARION

Where did that bloody cock run off to in such a hurry?

Obviously, the first place I go is Sanctuary. The omegas scatter like flies as I stalk through the doors, pausing to inspect the fact one is hanging precariously to the side.

Bobo rounds the corner with a toolbox, smiling over at me before, he bows at the waist.

“What happened here?” I ask when he straightens from the weird bow.

He shrugs, and I remember he’s fucking mute.

Right.

Guess I’ll get answers elsewhere.

Leiza freezes when she rounds the corner and spots me.

“What happened to the front door?” I ask her.

She turns and darts inside a wall. Bloody hell. I’m not wearing an angry expression, am I?

I check the mirror, finding no major scare factor. I’m fucking devilishly good looking and my smile is positively charming.

Usually she’s less skittish around me. At least in recent days.

Shera is coming down the stairs, but she oddly pales when she sees me.

“What happened to front door?” I ask her.

I’ve never seen my beta run so fast.

“I’ll let Violet tell you about it,” she calls over her shoulder. “Gotta run, Boss.”

Again, I check the mirror.

Good hair.

Perfect teeth.

Excellent outfit.

Not a fucking clue what’s going on.

Typically, I enjoy instilling that sort of terror, but I’m still in trouble with Violet, and she doesn’t like her Sanctuary members feeling scared in their own home.

I work harder on giving a wider smile and aim for looking like a nice vampire alpha.

Literally, everyone scatters and disappears, aside from Bobo, who starts hammering away on the door, trembling just a little after jerking his gaze away from me.

My smile falls.

“You’re all scared little insects,” I call out very loudly, feeling mildly insulted.

I think a cricket chirps, and it’s the only sound I get in response.

Rolling my eyes, I head up the stairs to Violet’s room.

I pause in front of her office, because…what the actual fuck happened in here? Did someone have another tantrum? Was she hurt?

I shove the door open to her room…and pause when the potent stench of sex wreaks havoc on my sense of smell.

Damien is lying on Violet’s bed, and Violet is sprawled on top of him.

“You devious wanker!” I hiss. “You left us to deal with Idun’s bullshit all on our own so you could come make up with Violet while we were distracted?”

I put my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes on him.

Why the hell didn’t I think of this? Is he really so pathetic that she just rolls over whenever he comes groveling? Why does she make it so much harder on me?

He doesn’t spare me much of a glance, as he runs a hand over her flawless pale skin, marred only by Emit’s mark, that has now healed into a scar of ownership. Her dark hair is wavier