Friends with the Monsters (Friends with the Monsters, #1)

by Albany Walker

He’s pushed up his sleeves, baring his forearms: the sexy man equivalent of exposed cleavage.

“If they hurt her, I will hang them with their own entrails after I shred their souls.” “She’s perfect,” Gunnar whispers softly.

I have no idea what he meant, but if he’s offering his soul, I’ll take it and hoard that shit like a dragon with treasure. I won’t ever let him leave me. I shake that thought away, scared that it even came from me.

“Later, you can tell me their names and I will rip their souls from their bodies.” Grim relaxes his grip on my leg. “You say the sweetest things.” I trace my finger down his nose.

Grim swats the side of his dick, and it sways slowly. My eyes are drawn to it like a fucking pendulum. “This is hard again; I’m in need of you.” I slap my hand over my eyes.

“Look at my kitten, being all nice and shit.”

“You know you love it when I call you Kitten, Kitten,” I goad him, really enjoying the way Gunnar’s body is relaxing behind mine. “Only because you know I’m going to make you purr.”

“Him?” Aeson looks back at Grim and starts shaking her head in disbelief. “He’s like asexual or something, everyone knows that.” Her eyes travel over Grim. “Such a damn waste too. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get you to fuck so many people? I knew he would show up soon enough, and your pussy would shrivel up and die.”