Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,161

when he broke the kiss after only a moment of connecting me to it.

“That’s what I thought. You’re wet, aren’t you? I haven’t touched that naked pussy, and it’s already weeping to be fucked, isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” I lied, slowly moving back.

“Show me how not wet you are, Witch.”

I shivered, smiling as he tilted his head, studying me. He was the predator, and I was his prey. This man had moved the world to free me from what I’d done to myself—to us. I’d taken his choice away, and he’d never damned me for doing that.

Instead, he’d done all that he could to get everything back to the way that it was and to fix what had happened to me because of his and Katarina’s game.

He’d loved me selflessly, and I returned it to him without caring what he was or that he wasn’t even a man.

This creature was my world, and I’d finally found my place here, in his arms.

Chapter Forty-Two

Lena is home, and by returning to us, we found a home in her beauty. She is my forever, and I intend to give her everything she’s ever wanted. Plus, we’re going to make so many little monsters that she never tires of hearing them call her mommy. ~Lucian

Lucian - Three weeks later

A smile curled my lips at the look of pleasure on Lena’s face. I’d spent hours last night fucking her until she’d been sore, but under no disillusion as to whom she belonged to now.

I scanned the curve of her hip, sliding down to the swollen flesh of her pussy. She slept once more, finding dreams waiting for her, when her mind silenced and her lashes brushed against her cheeks.

I’d never expected to fall for the foul-mouthed, saucy vixen that told me to get fucked. Lena had been an unknown, and those were dangerous. Magdalena had kissed me, and I’d melted for her. I hadn’t ever felt that with another, not since the moment of my creation. Her lips were a drug, and I was the addict that craved them endlessly.

She’d burrowed into my soul, and I never wanted to let her go. It wasn’t about sex with Lena; it was deeper and went to an entirely new level. I never wished to leave the warmth of her embrace or her pussy. She didn’t care that I didn’t say how I felt with words that held no meaning for me, not when she understood that I’d been showing her all along by my actions.

Katarina hadn’t been the one I’d craved. That realization had floored me. Yet Lena hadn’t cared in the slightest about the revelation. I, on the other hand, had been left reeling at realizing I’d never loved the selfish bitch that had betrayed me.

I’d confused the emotions I’d felt for Katarina with what I’d feel for Lena when she was created. With the ability to sense unborn souls, I’d known which would be evil or more than what they should be. I’d felt my future inside Katarina, and had mistaken the sliver of emotions I felt with her for something else. Love. I’d thought I loved her, but it wasn’t her at all. It was a child from her line that would become my world.

Lena moaned and rolled over, stretching out on the bed while I peered at her from the shadows inside the room. Turquoise eyes, the color of the clearest seas, opened. A soft groan escaped her pretty lips as she awoke to the ache from me taking her for hours on end.

The stretch of her limbs uncovered her perky tits, and my gaze lowered to her flat stomach as a smile played on my mouth at the tiny heartbeat that sounded from her womb. It was strong and healthy. I’d wasted no time in giving her another child, not with my overwhelming need to watch her swell with my babe seated in her belly.

Her hand slowly slid to her stomach, and I wondered if she suspected she was pregnant or if she craved what had been stolen from us as much as I did? Lena sat up, her arms reaching over her head, while a satisfied grin slid over her luscious lips.

In my entire existence, I’d never anticipated that I’d find someone like Magdalena.

She was a selfless woman that didn’t expect or want anything other than to be accepted. I had never met anyone other than Spyder that hadn’t expected something from me. Yet here she was, and she was all