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What had happened to flirting without close ups of a guy’s business? Romance wasn’t just dead—it was dead, embalmed, and buried somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.
“Why do they get a second date?” The werewolf’s words were tight, but his hands were gentle as he settled her wrap over her shoulders. “Because they asked for one,” Nicole said smoothly. She turned around and patted his arm. “You didn’t.” He gaped. “But—” “Dibs on tomorrow night!” Drake called from the kitchen. "You can't dibs—” Wes argued. "Just did!”
Hawthorne was pretty sure that if she asked for the moon, they would find a way to get it for her. Five dangerous monsters, all ensnared by one sweet little human. She might not know it yet, but they were hers.
“Then I guess you both need a goodnight kiss now.” Carefully keeping her greasy pizza hands to herself, Nicole pressed her lips to his. His tongue swiped over her lower lip before she pulled back. “What’s this about kisses?” Jasper asked absently as he walked into the room, scrolling on his phone. “We get goodnight kisses early since we have to leave,” Atticus said gravely. The blond vampire’s head shot up. “You have my attention.”
They were practically tying themselves into knots as she got ready for work. Nicole was going to have a good day. She had to… otherwise the five of them were going to become someone else’s nightmare.
Every inch of her made Wes dream of dirty things that would make her scream. The wolf inside him howled to bend Nicole over and fill her with cum until she was round with his pups.
The pained hunger in his red eyes had been replaced by a feral light—a light that promised to consume her in more ways than one. At least, if she could survive it. Nicole wasn’t so sure she would, but she was willing to try. Any woman would agree; it was better to die mid-orgasm than any other way. Damn it, she was going to die a hero.
Apparently, the way to get monster boyfriends to do what you wanted was just to threaten to do things independently. Go figure.
Her obituary would read “dead and full of monster cum”, and she was happy with that. Very, very happy.
