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

Spyder’s lips jerked up into a devilish smile, as if he was reading my mind. The reversal spell had better work. I’d given the bond every fucking position possible. I’d been a sticky, drained, sore mess, and they had bathed me after the sinful shit they’d done to my body. They’d filled me with their essence, and by the time we’d finished, I had them leaking from everywhere it could, causing a blush that had imprinted into my bones to burn my cheeks. They’d laughed it off, but hadn’t been impressed by what the incantation required of us in the end.

Some things shouldn’t ever be done. And the old gods? They were some sick, twisted bastards, wanting a little too much from people if you asked me. Unfortunately, they hadn’t asked. I had enough protein from both men to last me a lifetime and in pretty much every orifice. Sure, we’d washed between, and some shit was done inside the shower. But where was Jesus when these other gods were coming up with these incantations? Even Satan would blush at the shit requested for the spell to be reversed.

I no longer questioned why Spyder had refused to ask me to perform the spell. The number of times it wanted bodily fluids was stupid. There was also the fact that they’d taken me several times before ever starting what the magic required.

Luckily, Lucian had the foresight to drug me, explaining what had to be done prior to offering me the tonic. Sure, it had tasted like ass, but I was glad I’d agreed to take it before the freaky shit actually started. Blood, biting, sex, and more sex. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t get pregnant because with as many times as they’d fucked me, my womb would have tried to end it for us.

Spyder painted the runes onto my body once again, studying my expression while Lucian continued holding me up from behind. I was boneless, which, of course, made Lucian’s men chuckle. Or they had until Lucian and Spyder threatened to eat their hearts while forcing them to watch. They weren’t playing around, either.

The men began chanting, and I blinked as dark magic entered the room. My head rolled back, watching the flickering candlelight as Spyder pressed the cup of blood against my lips, smirking, remembering the last time.

“Not on your life, asshole,” I whimpered, tensing at the thought of it.

“Already ruined it, Kitty.” He smiled as I took the first sip.

They passed the goblet around the room once more and then the dagger for each man to refill it with their blood. They didn’t stay wounded from their cuts, but then they weren’t human or from this world.

The cup was handed to me again, and I drained it as the chanting reached a crescendo. The coppery tang of blood danced on my tongue, flavored with musk, wine, sage, and a hint of frankincense. Dark erotic magic rushed through the room, forcing my body to pulse while the chanting continued.

Spyder lowered himself between my thighs, doing just as Lucian had done last time. One quick lick through my arousal, and then he turned his head and bit into my thigh. I screamed, coming from the moment his teeth pierced my skin. The other men moved forward to do the same; then, everyone changed places. Lucian kissed my shoulder, sliding his lips over the mark where Spyder’s scar had once been.

Several sets of teeth broke through my skin, severing flesh as fangs marked my body. I screamed out in agony, crying as the magic in the room intensified. Blood pounded like a drumbeat in my ears, and the men stepped back. Spyder slipped from the bed, and then Lucian was in front of me. I peered up at him as he positioned himself against my opening.

He pushed into my body, and I winced at the pain it created. His hands set beside my head with his knuckles pressed into the mattress, and he growled, lowering his heated lips to mine. A dangerous smile played on his mouth, which whispered against mine. “Do you know what’s even hotter than watching you get fucked, Magdalena?”

“No,” I whispered, achingly sore. Lucian’s girth hurt inside of me, but then I’d taken Spyder and him so many times that I wasn’t sure how it hadn’t swollen closed, with an out-of-business sign placed at the opening.

“Reclaiming you,” he purred huskily, gently moving against me. “Reminding you why you belong to me. From now on, you’re only mine, sweet girl.” His eyes held me prisoner.

He rocked against my body as the magic slowly pulsed around us. My eyes slid to Spyder, finding he was the only other person inside the room. Enormous, black leather wings spanned the width of his back, produced from his shadows. Spyder smirked as I watched the shadows swallow him from sight.

“Thank you, Kitty,” Spyder’s voice whispered against my ear as his presence left the room.

“I am yours, Lucian. Even if I hadn’t been created for you, I’d still want to be your girl. I never wish to be shared again. You’re enough. You’re my world, and I was yours from the moment you kissed me. I love you.”

He watched me, sliding his gaze over my face. “I would destroy worlds for you.”

I blinked, frowning as he started moving against me. He fucked me hard, using me in every way possible. Every way imaginable. He didn’t go easy on me. He went hard and harder. He left no part of me untouched, working my body in ways that would have made most immortals blush. When we were finished, we were both nothing more than a pile of mangled limbs, lost in the dreamless sleep of stasis.

When I finally woke, it was inside our bedroom. I lifted from the bed, peering at Lucian, who sat beside it in an oversized chair. I smiled sleepily, stretching my limbs as he walked toward me, pushing me down to claim my lips.