Endless Anger (Monsters Within, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

And maybe that’s what guilt is—a culmination of events and neglect that causes other people to get hurt. People who would never do it back to you. Who would sacrifice themselves for you.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my clavicle, then drags his lips along the bone until he reaches the other end. My stomach flutters,

my fingers thread through his hair and he tugs on my top, revealing a breast for his empty palm. The kneading and teasing of my swollen flesh is the only part of me he touches, and I arch into it,

“You’re hurt,” he says softly, resting his forehead on mine. “We can be careful,” I reply, covering his hand with my own, squeezing my breast.

I lift my chin, capturing his lips. “We have the rest of our lives to make up for the bullshit of the last three years. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to think about anything at all except how good it feels to have you touch me.” My lashes flutter, and he grips my breast roughly, his eyes blazing with desperation. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re a direct mirror of mine.

Silently, I trace the outline of that wolf on his thigh, my heart pounding against my rib cage as his muscles tense beneath my touch.

With a grunt, he pulls me up to straddle him.

Feeling decidedly not sexy, I reach for my top and start to pull it back up, but Asher places his hands over mine, stopping me. “No, no. I…” He inhales, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again on his exhale. “If you’re sure you want to do this, I need to see you. You’re not the only one who could use a reminder that you’re alive, pup.”

he jerks into my touch as if yearning for more. “Shit,” he breathes, pulling away. “I want to put my dick in you so bad.” Pushing up on my knees, I reach between us and tug my clothes to the side. My pussy spreads over his shaft, leaving a trail of glistening arousal, making the motion smoother and smoother. “Do it,” I whisper,

his tip slips in. Just for a second, just barely enough for the two of us to simultaneously gasp.

Asher reaches between my legs, playing with my clit, and squeezes my thigh. “Slow, baby. Slow.” Something pinches in my chest at his calm command; I obey,

His thumb draws lazy circles over my clit,

his pelvis soaked from my juices. I can feel them sticking to us when I begin to move,

the rightness of us being connect...

My stomach tenses, my nails clawing at his skin, de...

both of us panting, our breaths disappearing into ea...

He grips my ass in both hands, holding me upright while he drives into me from below, making me dizzy with the sudden brutality. I bury my face in hi...

biting down. He hisses, fucking me harder, one of his hands tangling in my hair. I half expect him to pull me away, but in...

“That’s it, baby,” he croons in my ear. “Mark me when you come on my dick. Make me fe...

I slide my fingers to his throat, increasing the pressure of my bite until he’s groaning, massaging my clit faster to push me closer toward the edge. The taste of copper sprinkles on my tongue, and I sit up, reveling in the red imprint of my teeth and the lig...

I remove his hands from my body, pinning them on the mattress by his head, and fuck him back, rotating my hips so each stroke of his cock aga...

“Christ, you feel fucking incredible,” Asher moans, his forearms flexing under my grip. His eyes hood, growing heavy with lust and impending release, and it fills me with a sense of triumph. “I really...

“Keep going then, pup,” he replies, the tendons in his neck straining. My bitemark blooms red and vicious, and I’m tempted to do it again. Maybe make the other side match. I’ve never known what po...

It’s a need unlike anything I’ve ever known, this instinctive desire to make him mine permanently. Forever. Like I could crack open his chest and sew myself inside, if that were possible.

“Lucy,” he warns, nostrils flaring. “Fuck. Lucy, shit. Can…can I please come?” Him asking for permission makes me move faster. “You need it bad, huh?” “So bad. I’m so fucking close. Please, baby.” I huff, nodding. “Do it, pretty boy. Come for me.” Eyes widening when I don’t make a move to climb off him, he lets out a strangled noise. “I’m not wearing anything⁠—” “Inside me. Fill me up, please.”

His next word is barely more than a whimper,

“Lucy.” “Please,”...

“Please, just this once. I’ll take a Plan B or something after, but I need this. I need you—need to feel your cum flood my pussy.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, his hips bucking as he unravels at the tail end of my plea. Hot, thick spur...

he leaks out of me, pooling between us.

he lets me lie like that for a while, stroking my back

“Trouble,” he says after a while, voice low. “That’s what I should’ve nicknamed you when we were kids. You’re a terrible influence.” I peek up at him through my lashes, not wanting to fully open my eyes. “You love it though.” He taps my nose with his index finger. “I love you.

pressing my palm to his cheek. “I love you,” I say softly, tracing the outline of his mouth with my thumb.

Between us. All the hurt and anger, the stupidity and the danger—I guess that doesn’t just magically disappear when you’re in love. Trust and healing are still things you have to work at, especially when you’ve been burned before. But there’s no one in the world I’d rather work through the bullshit with than him.

The angry boy who broke my heart when we were younger. And the one who put it back together again.

“You love me,” he says, a slow grin breaking out across his face. It hits me in the center of my chest, that glimmer of the old Foxe. Makes me hopeful that he’s still around somewhere inside there.

Anger can only be sated so much when it comes to people who’ve harmed the ones you love.

“If we keep this thing,” I say, unhooking it, “I’m just going to want to see it on.” Lucy blinks. “On what?” My hands whip out, bringing the open collar around the back of Lucy’s neck. I drag her to me, grinning wolfishly. “You,

Keep her safe. I’d die in order to do so.

everything I would’ve done to you in that collar. Like…I don’t know, bending you over the arm of this couch and rutting into you like a wolf in heat. Coming deep inside your sweet, pretty little pussy until you had tears in your eyes and were begging me not to stop.” I nuzzle her neck, nipping at her skin, and she giggles.

“Fair,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair. “You were a very good boy.” “I can be even better,” I tell her in a soft voice, slipping my hand beneath her shirt,

“You want to live here with me?” “Do I need to beg?” “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed…” I kiss her again and again

“Does this make you my boyfriend?” she asks as I drag my teeth along her throat. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.” “Boyfriend it is. We can work up to other stuff maybe.” She sighs contentedly, stroking my hair as I make my way to her chest.

“You left your mark on my heart a long, long time ago,” I say, kissing her fingertips. “Just thought I’d make the impact a little more obvious.”

And when she seals our mouths once more, I really lean in to the sensation of being in her arms. Of never having to leave them. Because when I’m here, tangled up in her moonlight, my anger doesn’t feel so endless.