Page 35 of Their Fierce Little Monster

“Exactly,” he shoots back. “It’s fucking fantastic.”

I frown and curl in on myself in the seat. Predators surround me, and I’m convinced they see me as prey. Silence falls on us, and I’m staring out at the Carpathian Mountains as we zip through them. When I glance around, Kazak’s got his hands behind his head, eyes shut, while Corvin’s lost to the view outside.

But Lian stares at me—more specifically, my mouth—as I eat another piece of fruit.

He wets his lips, his wide tongue dragging across them way too slowly, doing it on purpose to tease me. He thrives on attention and seems to love seeing my reaction even more when he shocks me.

“Want one? I’ll throw it right into your mouth,” I challenge him.

He grins. “Petal, it’s not your food that has me licking my lips.”

Kazak growls. “She’s not yours to speak to like that.”

“And neither is she yours,” Corvin fires back. “You don’t get to fence her off from us.”

Heaviness settles over us, and their competitiveness is becoming tiresome.

Memories rush back to the portal guardian telling me I must select one of these monsters as my fated mate before the next red moon. That’s less than three weeks away, and part of me suspects it’s not going to be as simple as choosing one. I’ve seen the fury Corvin and Lian carry, and I doubt they’ll sit back as I walk away with Kazak.

But that’s something I’ll face once we deal with this whole king situation.

At this stage, my selection would be Kazak, even if his betrayal sits heavily on my mind. Earlier today in my room, none of it bothered me, and I see what he meant by the worries returning. They’ve done so threefold, burdening my every thought.

I can’t trust Corvin or Lian… or Kazak. I tense all over. If he trusted me, he would have told me the truth for the past ten years. Instead, he kept me in the dark so I’d continue relying on him. And that frustrates me.

My thoughts slide back to my bedroom again, where I remember pieces of what happened, but I get the gist. The golden fruit I stupidly ate fogged my brain and left me unafraid of anything. Including a naked Kazak in his monster form. Tusks. Green skin. And his head practically brushed the ceiling. I almost begged him to let me suck on his cock.

I groan and shift in my seat, embarrassed, unable to believe I did that. Fire rushes through me at the memories of his claws parting my legs and his face buried between my thighs, all while that long tongue darted into me.

My pussy flutters, the arousal still lingering. Just wonderful.

Kazak still lounges in his seat, eyes shut, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, taking up most of the space between us. He’s huge, even in his human form, with powerful thighs and a heavy package I’ve now seen. It’s impossible to stop thinking about his cock with those ridges running down its length. What would his monster dick feel like inside me?

I’m still amazed I fit his entire monstrous cock into my mouth and didn’t choke to death. That’s a win for me.

I tear my gaze away from him before I start fantasizing. Corvin’s on his feet all of a sudden and leaves the cabin. He vanishes down the train hallway without a word.

Lian, on the other hand, studies me, and I feel the weight of his stare. He leans an elbow on the armrest, chin propped on his fist.

“I saw you checking him out,” he murmurs, his gaze flicking to Kazak for a split second. “So that’s the deciding factor, then? How damn big our cocks are, because I can promise you, I’ll come out on top. Let’s step into another cabin, just the two of us, and you can measure for yourself. I wouldn’t want you to be incorrectly informed on a promise instead of proof.”

Kazak grunts under his throat, and I give Lian a dead stare. “That sounds like a you problem.”

That loud chuckle again, and it’s impossible to not find it smothering and captivating. “Petal, when you’re on your hands and knees, clawing at the bedsheets, you really think this monster’s attempts are going to make you scream as much as mine will?”

Is this conversation really happening? “You have no filter, do you?”

The corners of his lips tug wider. “Back in Grimvale, we believe in being upfront about the important things on the first date. No woman wants that kind of disappointment.”

“Only happens in the fucking Obsidian Sun Court,” Kazak snaps out, his eyes opening. “The amount of trash that comes out of your mouth is staggering.”

Lian flops back into his seat, laughing hysterically, and I’m starting to wonder if something might be wrong with him. In the obsessive, can’t-let-it-go kind of way.

Kazak glares at him, and I won’t be surprised if he lunges at Lian.

“Trust me, I can judge for myself,” I answer, and hope that puts an end to this conversation. Back in the village, I’d hear women talking about men all the time, but it was rarely detailed or so intense. And I don’t recall any of them ever mentioning sizes.

“And I have yet to hear Dawn complain,” Kazak blurts out.