Page 97 of Their Fierce Little Monster

Chapter

Twenty-Four

CORVIN

“What the fuck, man?” I hiss to Lian, who’s standing at the end of Dawn’s bed.

She’s asleep, and Kazak’s nowhere to be seen. Dawn’s sheets are kicked off, revealing her naked body as she lies on her back. One leg is bent and has fallen open, exposing her beautiful pussy. A patch of hair sits at the top, leading to that crease holding my attention. It’s difficult not to stare or imagine myself crawling over to her, sliding my tongue through her folds, and waking her up to an orgasm with my mouth alone.

“Shh, you fucker. She’s asleep.” Lian turns his attention back to her, grinning like a damn idiot.

I’m tempted to rouse her just to ruin his pervy moment, but Dawn would be the one traumatized by it. Nothing seems to stick to Lian, and I consider just tearing him out of here by his throat.

But I’m staring back at her because I miss her every second we’re not together, and I’m losing my damn mind. I’m not a lovestruck fool, but I might have the same lack of control as Lian.

I’m screwed.

I figure that if she wakes up suddenly, it’s not as though we’re touching her, but just watching her beauty.

Fuck me. I already sound like Lian. Nothing good comes from spending so much time with him.

That’s why I headed out of the room early this morning to find coffee after a useless night of coming up empty on clues about our assassin.

I lean into Lian. “You should let her sleep instead of being a creep.”

“Says you, who hasn’t left either,” he whispers low. “But feel free to fuck off.”

“Can’t wait for Kazak to come find you here, then you’ll need me to bail you out.”

Lian gives me a deadpan stare. “First, I can fight my own battles. Second, Kazak’s already dealt with.”

I narrow my gaze, not wanting to know what he’s done this time.

His attention swings back to Dawn, hyperfocused on her as she lies there. “I swear I’ve never been this addicted to anything in my life,” he whispers. “I dream about her every night. I wake up with her name on my lips. It’s the soulmate bond, but I never expected it to be this intense. Last night, I dreamed about her riding⁠—”

“Hell no,” I hiss, close to punching him in the face out of pure jealousy. “Don’t need to hear your sex dreams and have them in my head. I’m not your fucking buddy.”

He glares my way. “Fuck you. There’s a history of shit between us, most of it not our doing, and maybe it doesn’t have to remain that way. Just saying. Stop being such a narrow-minded asshole for two seconds.”

I stiffen, taken aback that those words came from Lian’s lips. Since when does he make more sense than me? “What the hell?”

“You’re ruining my perfect moment. Leave.”

Dawn shifts on the bed, rolling onto her side as her breaths deepen.

Lian grins, his gaze roaming over every inch of her, and for a heartbeat, I let myself imagine what I’d do if we were alone right now. Legs spread, my cock pushing into that tight pussy, her waking up, begging me to fuck her. My dick responds immediately with a pulse, and I’m not doing myself any favors.

I turn on my heel and whisper, “Just leave her alone.” Then I’m out of the room.

My whole life I’ve been raised to take the throne from my father, promised I could have my choice of a wife, and after having my heart ripped to shreds, I’ve just been having fun with the opposite sex.

Now look at me. I’m in a predicament where I don’t know how my father will react. Especially with Lian bonded to her. So I have no fucking idea how any of this is going to pan out back in Grimvale.

My father and Lian’s have hated each other forever, but it grew worse when our mother slept with our fathers and gave each a son. That just adds to the complication.

I still burn inside that Lian is Dawn’s bonded mate, that her father gave her to Kazak. And me? I have a passion so deep it’ll kill me, but where in the world is my bond?

Fury races through my veins, and I curl my fists when I spot Lian’s bag of clothes he brought to Dawn’s room. I’m already marching across the room and snatching it, ready to make it fly. My sights are set on the glass balcony door when something rises up out there, groaning like some fucking beast.