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

“I need you to fuck me, Lucian. Now, not later, please. I am soaked by how much I want you to rip off this dress and remind me to whom I belong,” I purred, knowing he craved it. Lucian loved when I begged him to fuck me. In fact, more often than not, he couldn’t refuse me if I begged.

“You think you’re the only one aching to satisfy their hunger? That lust you feel for me? I feel it for you every moment of every day, Lena. Your desires are just new and getting started. Creatures like us; we feel everything more deeply and stronger than mortals. If I had my way, we’d leave this world and go someplace else. Somewhere that we could spend eons just learning one another until there was nothing undiscovered between us,” he admitted huskily, reaching into his pants to adjust his huge erection pressed against them.

I swallowed past the swelling in my throat. The intensity of Lucian’s stare burned into mine, holding me prisoner. “Wouldn’t you get bored with me? I would be afraid that once you knew everything and had learned all my secrets, you wouldn’t want me anymore.” I sat up to fix the dress, then swung my feet over the edge of the bed.

“In all of my time alive, I’ve never craved to be with one woman. I always wanted more than just one female to warm my bed. Not even Katarina, whom I believed I loved, made me satisfied with all aspects of my hunger. Lena, you do, though. You satisfy me more than I ever thought another person could. You sate every hunger, every need, every desire I have, and I am very pleased when I leave your body. You’re under my skin, woman. Your claws are sharper, and so is the mark you’ve placed on me. Will I tire of you? Never, because you are evolving with each new day, and I will never grow weary of watching you flourish beside me.”

“You say the sweetest things when you’re trying to get laid, Blackstone,” I snorted, barely able to stifle the emotion from his words resonating within me. My chest tightened at his reply, and warmth washed through me, hoping he, too, loved me. “Nyx is a problem.” I needed to change the direction of the conversation. Standing, I moved to the mirror that opened up to reveal our wardrobe.

Suits and dresses filled the space, and heels and freshly polished shoes covered the lower shelves.

These were the items Lucian Blackstone had chosen for us to wear in the middle of an honest-to-god’s freaking apocalypse. At least he had impeccable taste. Reaching for a dress, I used my claws, ripping the neckline and down the front of the one Lucifer had placed on me. It pooled on the floor, leaving me in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. I wouldn’t ever wear it again, not with the brimstone scent that clung to the fabric.

Lucian trailed his fingers over the curve of my hip, tracing our bonding mark, causing a shiver to snake up my spine. He’d been so upset when I’d bonded us together. I hadn’t even known that something like that could happen until I’d claimed him. He reached for the dress I’d chosen, closing the closet to stare into my gaze as he slipped the sheer material over my body, clothing me.

“I knew you’d look stunning in this,” he uttered silkily, adjusting the neckline that tied behind my throat. It had a similar plunging V-line, but it left a lot more to the imagination. The skirt flowed in soft tulle to the ground, while two splits started at my upper thighs, leaving them exposed. It was a deep navy blue that reminded me of Lucian’s pretty eyes.

Lucian let his hunger-filled gaze drop to my bare feet before lifting his hand and trailing his thumb over the scar that adorned my throat. His jaw ticked slowly, and emotion burned in his starry eyes while he stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I could easily heal the scar, but it was a reminder of what I’d lost and sacrificed to save the man I loved more than I had loved myself. I’d loved Lucian enough to protect him from the monsters that had craved his pain. I’d won their game, ending it without either of the players realizing that I was the piece that could finish what they’d started so long ago.

“You’re so beautiful, Lena,” he growled against my ear, pushing my hair away from my neck to trail soft, heated kisses over it.

“You’re not. You’re sex incarnate, dripping lust that I crave to drink up like the dirty little bitch you make me want to be in our bed. Let’s go handle Nyx so I can ride your cock. I feel like a girl who just discovered her clitoris has an actual purpose,” I mused, hiding the words I’d really wanted to say to him.

His eyes sparkled with laughter, and before I realized his intent, he’d pushed me against the mirror, capturing my stare while his hand slipped through the slit of my dress. The hand against my throat tightened, and his heated mouth opened, biting threateningly against my shoulder. I whimpered due to the control he held on me with merely his hands.

A loud moan exploded from my lips as he slid two fingers into my aching pussy. He pumped them slowly, forcing my hips to push back against his hand, riding it with a need he’d created within me.

“Harder,” I demanded, as his eyes sparkled. Yet he didn’t give me what I desired, what I craved. Lucian fucked me with his fingers in a leisurely tempo. He watched as I jerked against him with the desire for him to give me what I needed. “Don’t bitch out on me now.”

“Who is in control, Lena? You or me?” he asked, refusing to release my stare, which held me prisoner. His hand tightened against my throat, closing my airway while he crooked his fingers within me, skimming against the one spot in my body that he fully owned. I shuddered with the intensity of the tension coiling in my belly. “Now, be a good girl for me and fuck my fingers so I can taste that pussy I’m being denied by Nyx showing up. Come on, show me what you got for me, little girl.” His mouth closed against my shoulder, and he bit into my flesh as I rode his fingers desperately.