Page 86 of Their Fierce Little Monster

He’s squeezing my ass. Then his fingers push down between my cheeks, sliding his knuckle to my back entrance, and I whimper against him.

Despite being in a pool, I feel myself dripping excessive slick from desire, and they may need to clean this water after us.

Lian slips a finger into my ass, and I moan, flinching at first.

“All good?” he asks me, glancing up at me from where he’s released my breast.

“Yeah, just a bit surprised,” I say truthfully.

“Want me to stop?” he asks as he pushes his finger in deeper. And the pressure, the arousal—it’s too irresistible to ignore.

“Gods, no.” I cup the sides of his face and pull him closer, then we’re kissing desperately. He thrusts deeper, my fingers digging into his shoulder. His tongue twists with mine, and I’ve never felt as wild as I have since being with these monsters.

Suddenly, he’s standing up with me in his arms, and he walks us to a wall and presses me there, whispering, “Hold on, little dragonfly.”

And I do, just as he grips the edge of the pool on either side of me and shows me what he’s really made of.

He goes feral, so fast that my head spins. I purr, my body arching, craving more. There’s water splashing everywhere from his thrusting, and I fear half of it will be out of the pool by the time we’re done.

There’s no stopping us, no restraints as he grins in my face, grunting. “This is fucking everything for me,” he breathes out, then his mouth is on my neck, teeth grazing skin, and he sucks on it. He doesn’t stop, but those mock bites he leaves across my neck feel incredible.

My hips rock back and forth, meeting every fast thrust. Desire tightens in my belly, and I hold on for as long as possible, then I lose it.

I scream.

He kisses me, stealing the sound. We’re both breathless. He rams into me, staying there. My body quivers as pleasure tears me apart.

“You’re squeezing my cock so well,” he hisses in my ear. “I’d stay in your pussy forever if I could.”

I almost laugh, but a moan escapes instead, as it feels as though I’ve orgasmed for hours. Our foreheads touch, and for those few seconds, we just stare at one another, catching our breaths.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

I crane my neck forward, trying not to blush when my gaze lowers to his chest, and I freeze.

“Um, Lian, your wound is gone.”

His shoulders pull back, and he glances down, running his palm over his smooth, perfectly healed skin. “That’s interesting.”

“You think it’s the healing water?”

He considers that for a long pause, then breaks out into laughter and kisses my lips. “This is the best news ever.” He picks me up and spins me around in the water. “Do you know what this means?”

“That you’re not going to get an infection?”

“No,” he says, frowning. “Not that, but this.” And in an instant, the double-headed snake tattoo on his chest materializes over his heart.

I jump off him, pushing myself away, because last time, that thing hissed at me. But beneath the serpents, there’s a line of words forming, and as Lian howls with strange excitement, I read: Dawn Starbourne.

My name.

“What in the world?” I murmur.

“Dawn.” Lian comes after me, but I recoil until the edge of the pool hits my back.

“Please don’t let them touch me,” I plead.

“They won’t hurt you. I give you my word.”