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

“It’s my life, and I decide, Kitty.”

“It’s still a stupid fucking decision. You’re going to fuck me because that’s the option I choose.”

His eyes widened before he turned to Lucian. “Muzzle her, now.”

“Lena’s chosen this path, and I can’t say I’m opposed to it, Spyder. One night where she isn’t mine,” Lucian returned, fixing his tie. “She’s ours. Anything goes, and we don’t give her any mercy. I warned her that having two primordial beings going hard against her soft body wouldn’t be wise, but she told me how she’d wished you had thrown her down and fucked her in Portland.” Spyder’s eyes snapped back to me, narrowing as if I’d betrayed him somehow.

“I did.” I shrugged nonchalantly, staring him down. “I also wanted to suck you off and be that store worker who got to swallow that fucking cock. I’m not going to lie about what I crave or what I want. Since I died and came back a fury, I find that I’m done pretending not to want this, whatever it is. For one night, we go hard, and we end this. No offense, Spyder, but I really want you out of my dirty fucking mind. I am sick and tired of dreaming about riding your dick because, let us be honest here; we aren’t the ones creating need between us. We’re all pulled into this situation because I got my pussy licked by Hades while fucking Lucifer in a pretty damn convincing Lucian suit.”

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth, Kitty,” Spyder snarled, and Lucian snorted his agreement. “No. It isn’t happening. Take her home.”

“You can come with us willingly, or I’ll knock your ass out and ride your dick so that I know how it feels, and you get nothing from it. Do you really want to miss out on finally feeling me from the inside? Choose.” I buffed my nails on my shirt, glaring at both men as Spyder grunted and then laughed.

“Is she for real?” Spyder asked, staring me down.

“I want this to happen. Before, I wasn’t ready. I’d been through hell, and I cared what everyone would think of me. I’m done caring because only a few people’s opinions matter to me, and two of them are standing right here inside this room, Spyder. No one else has to understand this, but we all want this to take place. We won’t know if we tried everything possible to avoid your stupid-ass decision unless we do this.”

“Lena, no,” Spyder growled, using my name, which was rare for him. “You think I can fucking live with this, your pity fuck?”

“I don’t want a pity fuck, asshole. I want you to unleash that darkness within you on me, and I’m not asking you to hold anything back,” I admitted, as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Get out and take her with you. I made my choice. I’m not changing my mind.”

“Fuck you.” I wasn’t backing down. “You selfish prick. You might be able to live with your decision, but I can’t! I don’t want this fucking baggage. I have enough shit that I don’t even know how to unpack! I lost my child, my family, and everyone I loved, Spyder. I can’t live knowing that I didn’t do anything, and that you died because of me! Like everyone else. You don’t get to put this shit on me. Do you hear me? I can’t keep losing people. You are not supposed to die, dammit. You’re immortal. So no, you don’t get to be some fucking martyr when I want to fuck you! Okay? Okay!”

Both men stood silently, watching me wipe away the tears that ran down my cheeks. I pulled myself together and looked at Spyder. Squaring my shoulders, I shook my head, fighting down the emotion that was trying to swallow me whole.

“Your decision to die is stupid, and you and Lucian know it. You will be at the club, and you will fuck me. Understand? I’m willing, and I crave this. I have craved you since Portland, asshole. I was scared before, but I am not anymore. If I can enjoy Hades and Lucifer, then I’m pretty sure I’m going to fucking love you assholes going at me hard. No mercy. Nothing is off-limits. I will belong to you both for one night, and after that, we figure out how to remove the mating mark from each of you.”

“No,” Lucian growled, unleashing his power at my words. “Not my mark. You’re my girl, Lena. You don’t get to choose for me again. I like having your mark on me.”

My heart clenched, and I nodded before turning my gaze toward him. Lucian looked pissed, which wasn’t ever good. He walked toward me, inching into my space with his power filling the room. Lucian grabbed me, his hands gripping to my shirt as if he intended to rip it off, but I stopped him.

“Not here and not tonight, as it’s already half over. I have a headache,” I chirped, and Lucian narrowed his eyes on me. “I mean, I don’t actually have a headache. I asked Alden to grab the files on the furies. We’re not set up for the spell, and it has to be done exactly how we did it on the night this began. You said we’re doing this once. If that is the case, the spell should be performed correctly. I want this; I do. But not in some bedroom covered in other people’s stuff.” I winced, shaking my head as Lucian stepped back, smiling. “I mean, eww. Really? I’m a lady. I do have some standards for my kink. You get me? Plus, I want it to be where I’m comfortable and feel safe to shed all my inhibitions and just unleash everything. Home makes me feel that, or the club, I guess. It’s pretty much our home now. I also want to ensure that if there’s a way to remove the mating mark from Spyder, we do it because the spell might require body fluids, which you old-as-shit people enjoyed adding to all your rituals. Really, you’re all very unsanitary. I’m all for orgies, but drinking each other’s blood is a bit farfetched, don’t you think?”