Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,215

disappoint, and he kisses me to distraction, as the person in front of me does some really amazing, familiar work.

Definitely Damien.

My fingers twist in soft, short hair that I’d know anywhere, even if I hadn’t already figured it out just by the undeniable skill.

Emit swallows my sound, as another mouth finds my nipple.

It’s quickly too much, as those feelings bud up inside me all over again. The mouth tears away seconds before I fall over that edge, and I cry out in what can only be described as an almost rage-fit.

But as my eyes open, I feel myself spinning, and Arion is the one who lifts me. Emit lets him steal me away, and Arion shoves me against a wall. He wastes no time pushing inside me, and the anger flees.

My arms go around his neck, and his fangs go to my neck, as the vampire works me back toward that edge that hasn’t fully ebbed.

There’s something slick that immediately starts pressing in from behind, and my eyes dart to the mirror beside us, seeing nothing but the wall at my back.

I feel the smile against my neck from a face I can’t see, as Damien pushes in, bringing so much immediate pleasure that my head fogs.

“You want romantic monsters, then that’s what we’ll be,” Damien says, his tone both teasing and taunting.

“We’re your monsters, love,” Arion says against my neck, even as he drives in and out of me with the same rhythm as Damien, both of them shoving me over that edge in unison.

Even as my body goes limp and shudders with one of the intense shocks of Damien’s orchestrated masterpieces, they continue moving. They hold my body between them, and I surrender, letting them control it all, while I simply enjoy every single sensation they wring out.

Then…my vision dims.

On the next blink, I wake up with Arion under me, Damien behind me, and the chains binding us all together.

The vampire smirks at me with black eyes, and I feel Damien’s grin spreading at my shoulder.

So much for holding back, having control over my monster, and not rushing in to claim them.

I didn’t even make it a full twenty-four hours before Anna managed to break all my rules.

“You’re all really impatient,” I decide to point out. “Now you’ve gone and done it.”

The vampire only grins broader, as Vance and Emit begin making their way toward us.

“Ready for your new life, Ms. Carmine?” Vance asks me, as he pulls my hand to his lips, kissing the ring.

“Ready or not, here we come,” my monster says, using three distinct voices.

Ignoring it, I simply lean toward the Van Helsing, and he immediately begins kissing me. I know he feels it when Damien uses his pheromones, and the fog presses in my head, making it easier to enjoy instead of overthinking.

My world is never going to slow down.

But now I think I’m at least getting the hang of steering the wheel.

EPILOGUE (Part 1)

VIOLET

3 weeks later…

“I told you it would be a small ceremony, and you were limited to one paragraph apiece. I didn’t want this to turn into a competition of one-upsmanship. I have to actually take measures to prevent stupid fights from breaking out between the four of you when you’re all together,” I tell Damien very seriously.

Three weeks later, he’s still looking for any excuse he can find to punish me, and he’s getting desperate to find at least one thing I’ve done wrong.

“But you cut me short before I finished my paragraph,” he argues, narrowing his eyes like he finally has me right where he wants me.

Blue runs by, chasing after a cat, but I somehow manage to stand firm and not shriek, run, or even flinch. I’m awesome.

Okay, so it’s a fluke. I couldn’t do it again if I tried.

I lift the stack of papers. “You wrote five pages of vows. Back and front. Just because you didn’t start a new paragraph, that doesn’t mean you don’t have more than one freaking paragraph here,” I hiss, as Arion toys with the straps of my black wedding dress.

Vance hands me a glass of something. I’m not sure what it is, but it burns when I quickly drink it.

Lots of monsters here.

Lots of Van Helsing alphas, who are darting lots of suspicious looks at me and all my ghosts.

Lots of wolf alphas giving me the same amount of attention.

It’s the first time I’ve had to face anyone but the Simpletons and my people. Somehow, we’ve kept a lid on my