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

by Albany Walker

“I’ve made her come five times.” Grim pulls out the stool next to me, completely calm, as if he didn’t just walk onto a landmine. Gunnar’s nostrils flare, and his shoulders bunch up again. “We’re good at sharing,” Grim adds.

I rub at the ache that forms over my chest. And that’s how Calix finds me, standing in the hallway massaging my own tit. “Need a hand?” He holds up both of his and acts like he’s honking squeezy horns.

Calix asks, reaching for a piece of chicken from Gunnar’s plate. Gunnar swats at his hand before he can get there, but Calix pulls back before Gunnar can connect.

“Here.” Gunnar holds up a piece to him instead. “Ask.” “Thanks.” Calix tears into the chicken.

“We went through the house. Almost everyone was dead or close to it.” Gunnar eyes Grim. “I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to kill them.” Grim lifts his hands up in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. “Next time tell me, or ...

“Vanessa,” Gunnar answers. “Whoever taught her the ritual probably didn’t expect her to start picking off the Charmed on her own.”

I blink away the memories and look around, seeing the house for what it really was—a prison, complete with solitary confinement. A place designed to make me lose my mind. I think about how much I isolated myself over the years, how I continued to punish myself, just like they did.

“Would you like me to kill her?” Grim whispers near my temple. So damn seductive.

“As soon as you get out of it, I’m going to take you home and lock you in your fucking bedroom!” he roars, leaning into my face.

“Grim, please wake up,” I beg him in a whisper. “I really want to go home. You can have big spoon, and I’ll even let you fall asleep with your dick inside me. Please, just wake up.” He doesn’t stir, and I start to panic.

“Did you need something?”

“Just you. I’ll wait until you’re done.”

“Remember that first day I met you? You were a bloody mess and I still wanted you,” I admit,

“I wanted to follow you into the bathroom and offer to wash your back.” I smile at the reminder. “You could have.” Gunnar’s voice is guttural.

I open the shower door and step in with him, fully clothed. “Want me to wash your back?” I grin.

I take my time running my soapy palms all over his back, paying special attention to each scar. I work the backs of his legs and even make him lift each foot to get the soles of his feet. Once that’s done, I move to his front.

They’re all here with me, and I’m keeping them that way.

I drop the towel and reach for Gunnar’s around his waist.

I reach up and run my fingers through his hair and grab the back of his neck, pulling him even closer as our kisses turn more urgent.

Gunnar lifts me using only one hand, and walks us back to the bed. I smile against his lips.

I’m already wet when he dips one long finger inside me.

Gunnar lifts my leg in the air, holding my ankle while he pumps into me.

while he finger fucks my ass and drives his cock into my pussy.

“Scares them!” Calix shouts, adding to the end of Grim’s tale and making me jump. I throw a handful of marbles at him,