Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,197

said monster to make her the mockery for once. Yet, still, they still say sweet.

I have no idea what’s wrong with them.

Time clearly warps the mind.

There’s a thump at my other side, and I dart a look over to find Emit perched up next me, eyes hungry and lips turned up in a devilish smile.

I expected him to have more reservations, possibly even be completely wary of me for a long, painful while, given their past with a freakishly powerful alpha female and all.

His hand smooths across my stomach, as he stands taller than all of us, even at a lean. “Now that we know how strong you really are, we can have more fun,” he says, intentionally letting his eyes dip to my chest. “In many ways.”

He leans over, crowding Arion enough to push him back some. I know it’s a terrible pun to call the wolf’s expression wolfish, but there’s no other way to describe the predatory look in his eyes, the daring turn of his full lips, or the underlying mischievousness etched into his every feature.

I don’t even realize how far toward him I’ve leaned, until he’s leaning down, surprising me when his lips catch mine in a kiss so consuming that I cling to Arion, of all people, to ground me.

Damien’s power licks through my veins with a reminder of just what he can do, giving the kiss so much power that I don’t realize I’ve started digging into Arion’s skin with my nails, until Emit abruptly breaks the kiss and severs the spell.

The wolf man grins down at me, as though a message has been sent or a point has been made.

He darts a look to Arion, and I follow his gaze, watching as Arion’s amused attention stays on me.

Finally realizing my nails have started making his chest and side bleed, my eyes widen, and I sputter out an apology.

My vampire remains unfazed, still holding a sinisterly amused, somewhat scary look in his eyes.

When I chance turning my gaze to Damien, I find nearly the same look in his eyes, though he looks way more excited than amused.

I dart a look between them again, even as Damien’s power drones on through my body, making it harder to think than under normal circumstances.

When I once again look at Emit, realizing at last what they’re silently conveying, I clear my throat a few rapid times.

“Oh,” I say, glancing down at the one of me and then over to the three of them again. “Ohhhh.”

This time I gulp instead of swallowing hard, because…I’m way out of my depth right now. And a little scared.

“Best. Day. Ever,” Anna chimes in. “Please let me play too.”

Nervous.

Excited.

Scared.

Giddy.

Yeah, my emotions are all over the place, per the usual when in the presence of them.

“We’re okay with you playing,” Damien says to Anna, still grinning.

“Did you miss the memo? I’m extremely dangerous.”

Why would they be so bold as to even bait my monster like that?

Arion’s lips move to my neck, and he lifts me, pulling me away from Emit and Damien. There’s a piece of me that’s a little saddened Vance isn’t also here.

I’m sure he needs time.

It’s a lot to take in.

I’m trying to stay optimistic and not at all worried that I’ve somehow wronged him too much to ever be forgiven.

Arion puts me on the bed, coming down on top of me, and I allow my mind to shut off. Or rather, he shuts it off for me when he immediately starts kissing all the way down my neck.

My eyes flutter shut, since I can feel my whole body burning red.

Three of them.

At once.

I’m far from innocent, and admit I’ve definitely had some interesting fantasies. It seemed like a no-brainer, exciting future conquest that I was certain I was prepared for…but the reality is way more intimidating than I was expecting.

I swallow hard again.

After all that hard work getting pretty, I’m apparently going to be entirely too awkward to be sexy. I—

My eyes dart open, my thoughts cut out, and I look up to where Damien is cuffing my hand into a black, thick chain of some sort.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask him, as he tugs it against the very large, thick, steel wall mount that looks like it was made to hold back a herd of elephants.

My head jerks to my other side, watching as Emit cuffs that hand to the chain. The chain…that stretches across the wall to a twin mount, because it’s a very long, solid piece.

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