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

I had a feeling that she’d love it, simply because our son was here, and we’d be together. She was simplistic that way, and it was one thing that drew me to her. Lena didn’t need attention all the time, nor did she want fanfare. So long as she had people she loved close at hand, she was happy.

“Soon, his mother will join us here. Spyder will alert the palace before her arrival. You should begin removing those who are within it for now. I want it to be only us for the first few days to allow Lena some time to adjust. I want everything perfect for my Queen when she’s ready to let go of that world and become a part of this one.”

“She will be welcome here, Lucian. She is our Queen, and you are our King. I will see that this world is ready for her arrival, along with her new home. Should we prepare to seal off the entrances to the Clubs of Chaos, or do you intend to leave them open?”

“I will not cut her off from that world if she chooses me. If she is forced to stay, I will seal the portals within the realm, and that world will be closed off to us until otherwise needed. See that the bed I wanted for her is finished and positioned to view the left side of the palace.”

Placing my hands on the incubator, I locked my son into its protection, peering down at him for several moments. His eyes grew heavy from the heat inside, aided by the sleep sand that sat beneath his blanket. Once he was asleep, I turned on my heel, strolling back to the shower stall that opened into my home and Lena’s realm.





Chapter Nineteen




There’s a beauty in her violence and peace in her eyes. In all my time alive, I’d found nothing like her. Magdalena is wild, untamed, and imperfect. She’s the light in the darkness and the fire that heats my flesh. ~ Lucian



Lucian

Soft moans met my ears as I entered the human realm. I smirked, creeping toward the sultry vixen, making the delicious sounds. Lena’s eyes held mine when I stepped into the room. She was covered in a fine layer of sweat that beaded on her brow, causing the hair to stick to her face. I growled at my desire to run my mouth over her lower lips, painted in arousal, stroking her swollen pussy with my tongue until she pleaded for mercy.

“Such a messy girl.” I licked my lips, her hips moving as if I were already buried in her naked heat. “Do you need help to clean that up?” Her glare narrowed on me, sliding down the dry towel that clung to my hips. “You want to ride it? Beg me, and I’ll consider fucking you, Magdalena.”

“Die in a fire, dickhead,” she growled, yet her eyes had locked on my growing cock with hunger blazing in them.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours before I fuck it.” Her expression flared with heat, and a deep, trembling moan left her lips as her body tried to force the orgasm past the magic suppressing it.

It was an erotic thing, watching a person unable to reach climax, quivering violently. Lena’s body was flushed pink from the intensity and desire that rushed through her in crashing waves. My gaze dropped to her sex, noting the way her muscles tightened, begging to be filled.

Stepping forward, I pushed her legs apart, peering at her quivering pussy. The toy still hummed loudly inside of her core, and she was clenching those walls with the need to release continuing to build. Lowering my head between her silken thighs, I latched onto her clit, flicking it quickly with my tongue. Her scream filled the room, and I groaned before pushing my tongue through the deliciousness of her cunt, ensuring I made loud sounds that painted her cheeks red with embarrassment. I loved making her blush, knowing I gave her everything when I ate her pussy. The noises she made, combined with mine, were natural, even if she didn’t agree. My attention lifted to her face, and her eyes grew wider until they rolled back with pleasure from the intensity of my mouth buried between her thighs.

Her moans grew louder, sexier in volume. I chuckled as she reached for my hair, intending to yank my face back to her greedy pussy. I slid my tongue over my lips, barely containing the growl of need that rumbled from my chest at tasting her pleasure. Pushing my fingers into her tight pussy, I withdrew the still humming toy, setting it on the bed between her thighs. Tossing it aside, she gripped her hands on the blankets, needing to come. Her hips moved, enticing in their simple motion of need.

Lowering my lips to her pussy once again, I curled my hands around her thighs, slowly enjoying her cries of pleasure while I held her stare. Then, lifting my mouth far enough away for her to hear the words, I released her from the compulsion not to orgasm, but only that one.

“Come for me, Lena,” I growled, moving back down between her legs, ravishing her as she screamed, fighting against the intensity of the orgasm thrumming through her.

She was wild, and it was a good thing I’d locked my arms around her because she was screaming my name while trying to escape the pleasure of my tongue spearing into her pussy. I moaned loudly, sucking her sweet nectar as I continued forcing the orgasm to increase until tears were running down her face, and her sobbing turned into actual shrieking while she bucked against my hold, bruising my lips with her cunt.

“Gods damn, woman. You taste like you need to be fucked. Tell me to fuck you and mean it. I want to feel your walls around me, milking my cock while I drain my balls inside your haven.”

“Lucian,” she growled, her body still clenching and releasing. Her eyes were unfocused, and her rose-colored nipples pebbled as she continued to tremble while the orgasm refused to release its hold on her pleasure.