Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,20

I belonged with you.”

Lucian’s jaw clenched as he leaned forward, claiming my mouth in a soul-crushing kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine as he stroked it, rocking his hips. I moaned, unable to fight against the tension building in my center.

This man had stolen my soul long before death had ever claimed it. He’d knocked me off my feet, leaving me floating in a cloud of never-ending need and protection that I’d never felt before. I hadn’t even realized I was missing what he gave me, not until I’d lost everything to protect him. So now I’d do anything to keep Lucian and what he offered me.

Lucian pulled his lips away from mine, watching as my tears slipped free. “I want forever with you, and only you. I sacrificed my life to free you from a situation in which I had no business being dragged. Do you think I wouldn’t do the same for Spyder? We did this to him. You and I, because I was gullible and couldn’t tell the difference between the Devil and the man I craved more than life.”

“And if it means being with both of us?” he asked, watching me closely. “What happens then, Lena? I won’t share you with Spyder more than once. If we do this, it’s a one-time thing between us. You’re mine, and only mine, Little Witch.”

“Then we’ve bought time to figure out how to end the mating link to Spyder. You’re afraid that I won’t be able to stand myself if I do this. You’re wrong. I am sexually curious and a red-blooded woman. I have had fantasies of you both with me, and I woke up drenched from them, fucking you with arousal coating my pussy from imaging the both of you inside of me. I was with the Devil and Hades simultaneously, and I liked it, or I did, until it turned into a fucking horror show. Fact. It was hot, and I enjoyed them pleasuring me together, Lucian. I thought it was you, and until I figured out that it wasn’t, I was okay with it because you were with me.”

He growled, flipping me onto my back, staring down with rage peering out at me. His hands grabbed my wrists, smashing them down onto the bed, sending pain rocking through me. He slammed home into my body punishingly. I whimpered, shivering against him as he glared down, actually angry with what I’d said, no matter if it was the truth I’d whispered.

“We’re not talking about you and Luc fucking, ever again. You keep it up, and you won’t be walking for weeks, no matter how quickly you heal.” The warning in his tone only pissed me off more. It made me want him to carry out his threat.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like the naughty bitch you created? Or are you mad I am no longer the naïve little girl you first met?”

“I’m fucking furious that I’m aroused at the idea of watching you get fucked. You don’t think the bond is feeding me the same fucking shit you guys see in your heads? I assure you, I’ve imagined burying myself in that tight ass of yours while Spyder wrecks your pussy. I craved to hear you begging us for mercy, and we sure as shit wouldn’t offer you any. I woke up after having that dream, and I fucked you just like I’d dreamed of us together. That didn’t mean I was okay with it, because I know you’re not. I know you, Lena. You think you’re okay with it, but what if we’re fucking stuck together? You’re only thinking about the bond, but you mated with Spyder, too. We don’t know how to end that; no one does because it hasn’t ever happened before.”

“You’re wrong. If I had to ride Spyder’s cock into a war, I’d drain his balls while waging that battle to free him. I would. If that’s the cost of him getting the fuck out of our bed, I’ll do so, and I will enjoy every moment of it while you watch it happening.”

He slammed into my body again, making the tension in my belly unfurl until I was helpless to ignore the pleasure he created. Lucian stared into my gaze while forcing the orgasm to rip through me violently. The moment it started, he held me captive within it, slamming against my opening as my walls clenched, greedily sucking against his thick cock. The veins on his neck