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The last time they had let her pitch an idea after this much tequila, they had ended up blackout drunk trying to go whale watching in a rowboat… and they didn’t even live near an ocean.
Did he just sniff her hair? That wasn't super fucking weird or anything.
Wasn’t it bad enough that she had to show up looking like a trash goblin who’d just rolled out of bed? No, the wolf had to look like a Greek god come to life.
She wore socks with holes in them because she didn’t want to buy more, she never drank enough water, and her car had had a mix tape stuck in the tape deck for at least five years now. To say she was a shitshow was putting it lightly.
Sure, Nicole wasn't particularly good at being human. She regularly forgot to feed herself, she couldn't balance a checkbook to save her life, and her diet mostly consisted of boxed macaroni and cheese and expensive lattes… but she sure as hell didn't turn furry at the drop of
One stomach churning shift was enough for her today. Though she did peek a little bit as he dragged his pants up his legs. She was only human.
Fuck pre-date rituals. Vibrators and dramatic exits were the only confidence booster she’d ever need again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had French food.” “It’s to die for,” Atticus promised. The fascinating human snorted. “Maybe not the most comforting thing to hear on a date with two vampires.”
“Good girl,” he praised.
Hawthorne didn’t want to see any kind of sausage at the breakfast table… especially if it were attached to another man.
Five dangerous monsters, all ensnared by one sweet little human. She might not know it yet, but they were hers.
All she had wanted was a cute monster to help pay off her student loans—now, she was listening to overgrown man children fight about jizzing on the landscaping.
Nicole’s nerve-endings were greedy sluts drowning in pleasure.
The smug bastard knew exactly what they were doing to her, and he was reveling in every second of it.
Where was a ShamWow when you needed one?
Without the house, it was like her monsters had never been in her life at all.
“I have five sisters. Go ahead and cry it out, kitten.”
She was human, not stupid.
She was fairly certain that by the time the night was over, either her body would be broken, or her mind.
The six of them fit perfectly together, all flawed in their own way, but like puzzle pieces that could only form a picture when they made a whole. They were her monsters, just as much as she was theirs. They had claimed her, and that night, she had claimed them too.
