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

by Albany Walker

Calix reaches down, grabs the inside of my thigh with his free hand, and lifts, so my leg is butterflied up against the wall.

I don’t get any warning, any preparation, before he pushes himself inside me.

Holy shit, he’s big, but fuck if I don’t like the rough friction of h...

“Is this what you imagined I’d feel like? Thick and hard, giving your hungry, wet pussy everything I have?”

“Years,” Calix pants into my ear. “I’ve been waiting years to feel you around me. Damn near lost my mind thinking about what you would feel like wrapped around my dick. But this…”

“Nothing could prepare me for this.”

Calix bites the side of my neck where my shoulder begins, hard, and a soft whimper falls from my lips as I squirm into his bite.

“Hey, Chomper, a little warning next time,” I mumble with a huff.

“Your body doesn’t lie, Dami. Your pussy was about to break my cock off, you were squeezing me so tightly.”

“Okay, Chomper, you gonna be a good boy?”

“Fuck yes,” he blows out.

“If you’re fucking with me…or waiting until you’ve seeped into my bones before you leave me, I’ll make you beg for death. Do you hear me?”

“Dami, we’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry we’re part of the reason you don’t trust us yet, but you will. I promise you will.”

“Hold on,” he mutters, and wraps his arms under my back. He rolls us until I’m the one on top, looking down at him.

“That’s it, take it, Dami,” Calix purrs, tilting his head back and exposing his throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, and the tendons in his neck go taut with tension as he clenches his jaw.

Calix lurches upright into a sitting position and locks his arms around my back. I feel him jerking inside me as my inner muscles milk him.

He swats my ass with a loud crack, and I jump, slightly startled. “Amazing. Want some hot cocoa?”

Calix lies back and knocks his head against my fluffy pillows. “I got everything I need right here.” He lifts his head up again and watches me. “Or I will in a few minutes, anyway.”

Calix is spread out naked, looking like some fuckable dream come true

But I’m too greedy to give it up. I want to know what it feels like to sleep next to him and the others. I want to know if waking up next to him, after a full day of slumber, will chase away some of the loneliness I inevitably rouse with every night.

Calix doesn’t give me space; instead, he forces his legs under the sheet and slides his body right up against mine.

and I’m about ready to rip someone’s dick off. Unless it’s Grim and Gunnar. I bite my lip—shit, that might be hot.

Why the hell is it so cold out here?

His chest is heaving, all those delicious scars covering his naked torso glistening with sweat.

A swaying, black, heavy bag is suspended from a short length of chain attached to a large, silver circle embedded in my ceiling.

“I have…to take off…the edge,” he pants, his eyes trailing over me.

I feel Grim’s presence at my back. “You look lovely,” he tells me from behind, like I’m decked out in a fancy dress.

“You look delectable too, Kitten, but I have to say, I’m not happy you woke me up,” I chastise him.

“No, that animal was in your room, stinking it up,” he growls and hits the punching bag again.

As I step under the spray, the door pushes open slowly. “Damiana?” Grim calls softly.

“May I enter?” he asks just as softly. “Yes. Why are you whispering?”

The door closes with a soft click, and Grim materializes in front of me, naked.

“I asked if I could come in.” Grim looks down at me, clearly confused. “I thought you meant the bathroom, I didn’t… never mind.”

“Stars, every time I see you or even think about you, it’s throbbing for attention.” Grim shakes his head, exasperated.

“Want to fuck around? Might as well put it to good use, am I right?” I lift my arms in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. “Yes, please,” Grim murmurs with relief. I run my palm up Grim’s thigh. “Now I know why you were whispering,” I say quietly,

letting my tongue slide up the matching lines that angle down to his groin.

The tile is hard on my knees and shins, but worth every second as I watch his thighs tremble before I even touch him.

Wrapping my fist over him from the top, I lift his cock to point up, then flatten my tongue and lick him from his balls up to his tip, releasing each finger so he can feel my tongue on every inch. I linger on the underside of the tip, moving the end of my tongue up and down to bounce against him.

“Am I the only one who’s ever tasted you?” I give him a long lick. Grim lifts his head in a jerky nod. “Take me in, please.” His eyes lower as he bites his bottom lip.

I relax my lips and mouth, making sure I can take him deeply, and tighten around him as I pull back. I deliver alternating pressure irregularly, so he doesn’t get too used to anything.

After several long minutes, I increase the pressure and cup his balls gently. Grim bends his knees, and his thighs really start to shake.

I work my mouth over him harder until his hips jerk forward and he spills down the back of my throat. I don’t swallow often, but for him, I will—any damn time.

Grim is staring down at me with his lips parted and a look of awe on his face.

Lifting his hand up, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. I nip the tip, and he drags in a deep breath. “I’m going to fill you up. I’m already inside you,” he mutters, while still tracing my lips as if he’s mesmerized by the sight.

“we don’t need the bed, and what were you planning on doing with Calix? He’s probably still sleeping.” “I would have dropped him somewhere else,” he tells me pragmatically. I pat Grim’s chest. “You can’t just go dropping people in unexpected places when you feel like it.” “Why not? I would have collected him when we were done. He’s in our bed,” he adds, like I’m the one not seeing reason.

“You said share,” he barks. “I did,” I agree. “You’re not sharing!” he shouts.

“You’d better hope I never find out though, Kitten.” I lick my teeth. “‘Cause if I ever so much as see you with someone else, I will kill you, cut your dick off, and mount it to my fucking mantel,” I snarl.

“You. Said. Share.” He pauses between each word. “We just went over this.” I enunciate each word slowly. “I’m talking about sharing yourself.” Gunnar pushes even closer to me.

“You’ve been with Death twice.” Gunnar holds up two fingers as if it’s some kind of evidence.