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

He snorted, turning to look at Alden. “I can murder whatever is messing with you. Say the words, and they’re dead.”

“I will keep that in mind. Thank you. You two should get back to the club. Demons are out in force tonight. I’m not even certain which side they’re on anymore. Hard to tell without asking them, and they’re not the friendly sort.”

Lucian nodded as Alden stepped back, his eyes capturing my attention as a shiver of emotion rushing through me. Something was going on here, and it was big enough that the head of the guild was concerned, which didn’t bode well. My stomach sank with an unnamed sensation, and worry flittered through me as Alden backed up, holding my stare.

“Something is up,” I told Lucian the moment the window was up.

He grabbed his phone, thumbing through his numbers before raising it to his ear. Lucian issued orders in a quick, straight-to-the-point fashion before hanging up.

“Take your pants off. After you’ve done that, put your feet on the dash, and spread your legs.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, watching his expression. He turned, smirking at me as he started forward.

“I didn’t fucking stutter, and you sure as fuck heard me. Do it, now. You’re going to need to be wet for what I intend to do to you. Get yourself ready for me because the moment we hit the cut-off to Cusick, I’m finding a spot to fucking rail you against the hood of my car. So, strip and get started, and you better not fucking come until I say you can.”





Chapter Ten




When the monsters come out to play, you can either accept it or fight them. My monsters are planning to destroy me, and I came to play. ~Lena



It took a little over twenty-four hours of scanning the files that Alden had given us before I tossed them aside, frowning. I’d learned several things, but none of them did us any damn good. Turning at the sound of the bathroom door opening, I let my gaze slide down Lucian’s body with a wicked smirk dancing in my eyes.

Runes and tattoos of skulls covered his abs, along with both arms. His hands worked the button of the expensive Italian suit he was wearing tonight as he strolled into the room. Muscles rippled with every small action he made, causing his pecs to pulse and the light to catch on the barbells in his nipples.

Standing, I moved toward him as if drawn to him by an invisible thread. His midnight-blue gaze sparkled with laughter, narrowing on me when I stopped in front of him. Running my hand down his stomach, I feasted my eyes on the trail they took down the masculine contours of his perfectly ripped body.

I touched my lips to his chest, kissing just above the heart that held me beneath its thrall. This monster was mine, and I’d never expected to love him this much. But what I felt for him wasn’t just love; it was a soul-deep connection that ran deeper than anything I’d ever felt before.

“You find anything in the files?” he asked, his hand resting over mine.

“Only that the assumption is I am the key to you and Abaddon. Oh, and I am also the key to Hell, which is why it was fractured when I entered it. One key fits all doors. What in the hell were you guys thinking?” I leaned forward to kiss his chest again, inhaling his masculine scent of sandalwood, musk, and amber. “Is it bad that I want to stay inside this room tonight and just fuck you all night?” I asked, glancing up to find him smiling down at me.

“When the seal was created, its makers assumed it wouldn’t evolve, and no one would be stupid enough to fuck around with me. And to answer your second question, if it wasn’t opening night, you’d be tied to my bed, being railed into the mattress for that little taunt you did when I took you on the hood of that car you love so much.”

“I do love that car,” I teased, smirking up at the twinge of jealousy in his tone. I’d told him that I wasn’t sure which made my pussy clench harder, him or the car where he was destroying me. “But I also liked it more with you fucking me in the middle of nowhere. You, nature, and that god damned Bugatti Chevron. Mmm, I’m getting wet just thinking about your car again.”

“Imp, behave. I’d hate for you to be too sore to manage your first night as the Mistress of Chaos. What would our guests think if you arrived with me dripping out of that tight pussy, unable to walk right?” he growled huskily.

“That you showed me who I belonged to before releasing me into the crowd? I look better with your hands around my throat, and we both know it.”

“Tempting, woman,” Lucian murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against mine in a feather-soft kiss. “Get showered, and get your tight ass into something sexy. The club will be busy tonight. The line is already around the building, and it’s open to anyone brave enough to tread through demons to get here. Lucifer may try to reach you tonight. So remain vigilant, and I hope you didn’t screw up the lower level with your hostile takeover.”

“I needed something to keep my mind off other things, Lucian. You told me to put my mark on this place, so I did.”

He made a strangled sound deep in his throat, shaking his head. I didn’t move, knowing he was leaving the room after he’d finished dressing in his suit. I’d hoped to find the answers to our mating issues in the files, but nothing was documented about the furies ever claiming a mate.

“What happens if we break the bond and not the mating link?” Lucian’s shoulders dropped before he turned, eyeing me. He smoothed his hands over his crisp, white shirt that was striking against his bronze flesh. Silently holding my stare, he fixed the cuffs before pulling on the black suit jacket.