Luxuria (Shades of Sin, #1)

by Colette Rhodes

Seriously, I was one muttered complaint about how slow my human legs moved away from whispering, ‘sorry, Monster Daddy,’ and dropping to my knees to ask for forgiveness.

If you pick the last resort option, you get last resort results, and all of those results sounded like a very fucking good time to me.

I’d been promised monster fucking, and I wasn’t getting any damn monster fucking.

He didn’t get to have horny Ophelia. Rude kings who probably had a harem of monster side chicks didn’t get to have horny wives.

If he finished that sentence, my stupid pheromones would be all ‘ooh yes, sexy monster husband! Tell me more about how attractive you find me! Let me do the scent dance of my people!’

I was already failing in my attempts to not smell like an eager beaver. Like my beaver was literally eager.

It was very inconvenient that my hormones were more active than my brain cells, but such was life.