Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,32

me for long, it really pisses him off. You should go. He doesn’t seem to—”

He starts to lunge, and she grapples for him, as I slam the door and stalk down the stairs, growing increasingly furious.

I just walked in on Damien Morpheous laying claim to his Flame.

“I take it you’re not okay with her taking another mate? I thought you guys were cool with sharing,” the nuisance of a ghost says.

“Edward, by the way. My name is Edward,” the ghost says like he’s annoyed I haven’t already asked.

“I thought it was something else,” I grind out.

“Violet discovered I was lying,” he mumbles.

“I wish, for one bloody second, I knew what the hell is going on, Edward,” I grind out.

He nods. “It’s been a very enlightening few months for Violet. She pushed all of you away because she got overwhelmed, and she’s actually struggling to find her place in this new world. You guys sat around watching your ex, so her feelings got hurt. Understandably so.”

My fist shoves through his incorporeal face, because I really do need to hit something.

This sensitive prick has never had to dirty his sword with another’s blood for the sake of protecting his woman, and dares to pretend he knows our feelings.

He vanishes and reappears a few feet away, laughing under his breath.

“No touchy-feely observations. Message received,” the son of bitch says as he continues to grin at me.

I barely catch the scent of wolf in time to turn to see Emit Morrigan moving by me in a whir of motion. Turning as fast as I can, I catch a glimpse of him rushing into Damien’s room.

Shit.

Damien will destroy him right now.

Running back up the stairs to the room, I throw open the door, and again, Damien turns and hisses at me, even though he seems fine with the fact Emit is naked and pulling Violet into his arms.

“Sorry,” Emit says against her lips as I drag the door to barely a crack.

Damien loses interest in me, his body moving behind Violet’s, as he contently shares her with the wolf.

What the actual fuck?

“I can’t go without you any longer, though,” Emit tells her.

“You’d better be glad I love the two of you. Otherwise, my vagina would protest right now. First it went neglected, and now I’m getting so much action that I can’t keep up,” she says back, almost as though she’s prickly and excited about his arrival.

But I’m more focused on the first part. The part where she casually told him she loved them, as if it’s not a huge confession of any sort.

He blinks, and in that instant, as he stares down at her with a hungry, possessive, and humbled look, while she turns and kisses Damien to soothe the restless monster, I realize it’s the first time she’s said it to him.

My eyes drift to her wrist, where the extremely oversized Flame mark is. Usually it’s just a dull red mark on the inner wrist. Damien’s stretches across her wrist like blood-red, poorly sharpened bracelet. That alone is surprising, since I’ve never seen one that size. What surprises me more than that is there’s another one that is just as large on her other wrist.

There’s only ever one mark. He’s claimed her so deeply that he’s left two impossibly large ones.

Emit pulls her to him, wasting no time shoving inside her like a common barbarian. Violet moans against Damien’s mouth like the barbarian is pleasing her.

She reaches back, her nails curling on Emit’s arm, as she cries out her orgasm, using the wolf’s name. His jaw clenches, and that predator emerges in him with his smirk, since Damien has already started fucking with his head by now.

You can’t be connected to sex in the room with Damien without him having easy access to your mind.

They should take better fucking care of her body. Damien grips her by the hair, and in the next instant, her mouth is descending on him like she’s eager to please.

I genuinely hate him more than he’s ever hated me. In this moment, if I could be Damien Morpheous, I would trade places.

“You’re jealous as hell right now,” the infernal stalker ghost says to me.

I shut the door on the sex that starts turning violent, since I want to stab them both and steal her away before they break her. That damn girl acts like she enjoys every second of it. Probably because of the sexual deviant fogging up her mind.

“Since discovering she’s so resilient, they’ve gotten more and