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

Turning the knob, I entered, pausing at the multiple moans I clearly hear. There wasn’t just one female inside with Spyder. It was a full-on sex party, with him sitting in a chair, watching everyone fuck around him like he was the king of the orgy. He was shirtless, covered in sweat and shadows that bathed him in dim candlelight. The sound of passion and skin slapping together echoed through the room.

Spyder’s eyes slid to mine, holding them as the sounds increased. I didn’t look away from him, staring into his gaze as he lifted from the chair. His broad chest rose and fell as his dark head tilted to the side, slowly dragging his heated gaze up and down my body with naked hunger banked in his icy blue glare.

The entire area smelled of sex and magic, reminding me of the time Spyder held me as he and Lucian performed the spell that had cemented our bond. Spyder crept toward me, sleek muscles glistening with a fine sheen of sweat covering the dark ink of his tattoos. I swallowed down the moan that built in my throat, threatening to undo me. This probably wouldn’t go down as my brightest moment.

A man stepped in front of me, grabbing me without warning. Spyder reached for his throat, wrapping his fingers around it. I watched in silence as he sent the male flying to the other side of the room, where he slid down the wall, unconscious from the force of hitting it. The growl that escaped from Spyder had everyone taking part in the orgy, rushing for the door, fleeing the room as if the monsters within it scared them.

Spyder’s chest continued rising and falling with rapid, wild breaths as he stared me down. The shadows surrounding him pulsed, moving with his labored breathing. Tension rolled off of him in waves, and it wasn’t friendly. He would pounce the moment I moved, which meant I wasn’t moving. He stepped closer, forcing me to back into the wall.

His hand slammed against the surface beside my face, and he lowered his head, closing the distance between his lips and mine. Spyder didn’t kiss me. He smelled me as a growl rumbled up through his chest and stopped. He clasped my bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it. The coppery tang of blood hit my taste buds, and I moaned huskily, swiping my tongue against the wounded flesh.

He released my lip, lifting his head to peer down at me. “You lost, Kitty? Because I sure as fuck didn’t invite you to my party,” he hissed, peering down at my tight camisole, which did little to hide the fact that my nipples had hardened with need.

“It’s time to come home, Spyder.”

“Does Lucian know you’re here? Unprotected and alone with me?” he continued, ignoring me. His body slammed mine into the wall, and I shook my head. “You like watching me get off?”

“Yes,” I admitted, smirking as his eyes grew hooded. “You asked, asshole.”

I lifted my hands, running them over the muscles of his chest, and his cheek clenched, tightening as he allowed it. I rocked on my heels, peering into his gaze with a cocky smile tugging my lips. He smelled of wickedness, sex, and spices. He smirked, lowering his mouth to suck against my racing pulse at the hollow column of my throat, creating a need that ached between my thighs. I closed my eyes, praying I had enough strength to push him away without Lucian being here.

“Come home, Spyder. Let’s end this,” I whispered huskily. My voice came out like honey dripping from the comb.

“End this? You think you can handle that?” he asked, pushing his cock against my belly. He was trying to scare me, and a smarter girl would have run away from him. Spyder smirked coldly, his heated depths pooling with lust. Shadows slithered around me, tightening against my limbs as he allowed them to spread my body wide for him.

“I do.” I refused to back down from him.

Spyder lowered his mouth against mine, brushing his lips in a soft sweep against my cheek before he lifted his hand. He pushed my head against the wall as he cradled my neck, stroking his thumb over my jackhammering pulse. His erection throbbed, which I could feel through his jeans. Removing his hand, he slid it through my hair to jerk my head back, peering down into my gaze.

“I want to rip our clothes off and defile every single inch of your smooth, flawless flesh. Do you get it, Lena? I want to consume you. I want to hear you screaming and coming undone. More than that, I want to taste your blood as it coats your pretty body. Think you could handle that?” he hissed, challenging me.

“First off, get your pussy coated dick away from me. You don’t come at me with another woman’s arousal still painting that magnificent cock of yours, asshole. I’m a lady, and you’ll treat me as such and respect that I deserve better than to taste someone else on your dick.” I shoved him away, glaring at him. He allowed it, stepping back, turning his head as he sensed Lucian standing in the shadows of the room. “Second, you are coming home with us.”

“You knew she was on her way here, and you fucking allowed it?” he accused as Lucian stepped into view.

“I did, brother. She is persistent,” Lucian admitted. He didn’t know I’d planned to hunt down Spyder, but he kept that tidbit to himself, thankfully. I’d known Lucian would come since I’d need a ride home, and the instant he noticed me missing, he’d have tracked me.

“Take Lena and leave, Lucian. I’m at the end of my rope, and her taunts ain’t fucking helping it any. I’ve made my choice.”

“It’s a stupid-ass choice.” I crossed my arms over my chest, digging my heels in, glaring at Spyder as I lifted a brow in challenge.