Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“You are not weak. You never were. Those were the lies they told you. Because a woman who sees her power is a woman who cannot be controlled.”

came out of the womb a “melancholy child, obsessed with the darkness, always flirting with monsters.”

“What kind of device?” Kas asks as he ties his hair back. “A hat.” Kas stills, his knot of hair only half done up. “Hold on…did you say a hat?” “Yes, I said a fucking hat. The particulars don’t matter.” “I think they do,” Bash counters. “What kind of hat is it? A baseball hat? A cowboy hat? A bucket hat?” Kas frowns at his brother. “What the fuck is a bucket hat?” “I don’t know, honestly. I just heard a mortal talking about them. I imagine it’s a bucket you wear on your head.”

we’re to do this, the three of us, it must be explicitly clear that you both have me equally. I like to share. It’s my favorite thing in the world. I want the Captain’s cock in my mouth and my cock in your pussy and I want to hear you both moan as you come for me.”

I know pleasure like I know the sunlight. It’s familiar and warm and I don’t have to worry about it abandoning me. It’s always there.

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship. We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.

Roc fills me up and I gasp out. I had forgotten what it felt like to be fucked by a monster.