Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) by Amelia Hutchins

He growled loudly against the skin between his teeth. I opened my legs further, taking more as he pushed another finger into my body, spreading them wide before he withdrew the third, pumping two back into my aching flesh. I gasped from the delicious pain, moving my hips at a hurried, needy pace as I felt my arousal coating his hand.

“Messy little bitch, aren’t you? I said fucking come for me, so I can taste what belongs to me.” His lips kissed the spot where he’d bitten into my flesh, forcing his fingers deeper into my needy cunt. I mewled, slamming down onto the thick fingers, wishing it was his cock I was about to paint with my arousal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” I howled, shuddering violently.

The pain and pleasure collided into one earth-shattering orgasm that made my knees threaten to give out. Yet Lucian didn’t relent, continuing to fucking wreck my pussy. The sound was erotic, my body sucking against the intruding appendages as he watched me coming unabashedly. His hand on my throat was the one thing keeping me upright and not sprawled on the floor in a heap of wanton need and satisfying hunger.

“Keep moving. I didn’t say you could stop riding me yet, did I? Come on, my sweet good girl, keep coming. I love the noises you make when you come for me. Give me more, Lena. I want to taste and lick your sweet essence from my fingers, and I am starving for your cunt.” He thrust his fingers against my G-spot, knowing I was falling over the edge with his dominance and power wafting through me. His magic wrapped around me, and his eyes ignited with blue flames. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound escaped the hold he had on my throat.

“Lucian,” I whispered through heavy lust, uncaring that I sounded needy as fuck. He enjoyed the way I whimpered his name, begging for him to use his cock, which is what we both really wanted and craved to be inside my body.

My walls clenched against his fingers tightly. He watched me come apart, breaking into shattered pieces as I painted his fingers with my release. Instead of slowing the thrusting, he added another finger into my tightening pussy, stretching me. He chuckled darkly before loosening his hold on my throat. He kissed my shoulder and used the hand to thread his fingers through my hair, tilting my head.

I felt him pull out of me, then watched as he slowly sucked his fingers clean, making noises of contentment. He moaned, smiling as I kept pumping my hips, even though he’d left my body. Aftershocks continued until he’d licked the last finger clean, running his tongue over his lips and grinning wolfishly while I fought to gain control of my body.

“Tonight, I’m going to devour that pussy until it drips down my chin. If you’re a good girl, I will let you ride me before destroying your tight cunt. The next time Lucifer’s lips touch yours, I will bind you to the bed and fuck you until you’re drained and nothing more than a pile of need and desire that can’t fucking move. You’re my girl, Lena. There’s no world where that isn’t true, and I would destroy it for you. Do you understand me?”

“I’m yours, Lucian,” I replied, spinning around to lift on my toes, placing a kiss against his lips. “I was yours from the moment you kissed me outside of my house. I came back, didn’t I? As the keeper of your gates, and the seal that belongs to you, and only you; I am only yours, and you’re very aware of that, asshole. I couldn’t belong to you more, even if I tried or was permanently attached to that perfect cock of yours,” I chuckled, watching him smiling wickedly at that idea. “Lucifer said he could heal my womb, but I want your baby. He said you could do it as well. Can you give us another chance at being parents?”

“I will give you the world, little one, but I cannot heal your womb because only that which houses a soul can create life. If you had a child without a soul, it wouldn’t be something that you’d want. The child wouldn’t love you back. It would be a soulless being that never held emotion or knew what they were. You and the other furies that Nyx created know what you should feel. You can experience emotions because you once knew them with a fire that others without a soul would not understand. The sacrifice you and Joshua made was a selfless act that allowed you to be brought back to serve a greater purpose. What Lucifer is offering you, it can be done. But what you would create would be a monster. One that would destroy this world and any other they could reach.”

Tears burned my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. “I want our son back, Lucian. I want to be a mother to him. My only choice, or decision as his mother, was to free him from this world and what Lucifer and Katarina intended for him. To protect you from what they wanted you to do to our son. I deserve to be a mother.”

“You are a mother, Lena. You are a mother because you did what no one else could do for our son. You allowed him to escape a life of horror and pain. That is something only a mother would choose, knowing you’d be left with the loss and that pain. You will be Makenna’s mother when we get her back. If there were another way for you to have a child, I would find it if that is what you wanted, but not in the way that Lucifer offered. He’d demand you were his, and I’d destroy everything to get you back from him.”

“I don’t want him or his child. I want yours, but I wouldn’t let you destroy this world, Lucian.”

He smirked, letting his entire body to change while I regarded him. Souls pushed against the armor that he now wore, glowing an eerie blue color, and his eyes became a clear portal, allowing me a deeper view of his world. I lifted my hand, cupping his sharp jawline as his solid form blurred, and offered me a rare look at what he was. What he was. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t even a thing. He was everything and nothing at the same time.