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

by Albany Walker

“You’re going to crave me.” He bites his bottom lip.

I feel the head of his cock as he brushes the velvet soft skin up and down my lower lips until I want to beg him to fuck me.

“My touch, my scent, and just when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll make you love me.” My eyes dart up to his as Grim slides inside me.

“Oh stars. This is heaven.” He pulls back out so slowly, I feel his every breath.

This must be some sort of fucking magic, because I’ve never felt anything quite like this.

He’s right: I’ll fucking crave him. He’s still inside me, and I’m already thinking about the next time he touches me.

“Are you okay, Omnia?” Grim’s voice is again layered with many others.

I nod against him, not trusting myself to speak. If I do, I might say something I would regret later, like tell him how much I want him, or ask him who the fuck Omnia is.

He makes a sound that could be considered a growl as the angle shifts.

I’m straddling his waist with our chests locked together.

“Look at me,” he orders,

“Omnia.”

“Do you feel me inside you?” His cock jerks again, and my lips part as I nod. “Look at me,” he demands again, and this time there’s a roughness to his tone.

I want to deny him, but he snakes his hand up my back and tugs on the ends of my ha...

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“I’d say a little over thirty years.”

“Try forever,” he growls,

He lowers us to the bed, with my knees still high on his sides as he begins moving over me as if there’s a sensual rhythm only he can hear.

every time I think to close my eyes, he pauses, until I’m staring right back into his, and only then does he resume his punishingly slow rhythm.

“Do you want to come, Omnia?”

“If you call me another woman’s name again, I will flay you in my bed.”

“What the fuck does it mean?”

I grab a handful of Grim’s hair and fist it. A smile I could only call evil darkens his eyes as I jerk him back.

“Are you sure you want to know?” He licks his lips, unbothered by the grip I have on hi...

“Tell me,” I command him, as a ball of ugly jealousy takes root in my chest.

“It means my all, my everything, my universe.”

Panic hits, because I felt those words down to my soul. He’s not fucking kidding.

“The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can let you come. Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, you want me to make you come? Yes, I was made to be inside you?”

“I’m so glad you agree, Omnia. I’ve waited eons to feel this.”

“I’ll never go another day without being inside you.”

“You can come now, Omnia,” Grim growls harshly in my ear.

His chest lifts as Grim throws his head back, letting out the sexiest fucking moan, calling my name as he does.

“Big spoon,” he tells me, like it explains why he’s nesting in my pussy like a fucking bird.

He licks his lips and his eyes go down to my mouth. “I came inside you.”

“Right, okay. So why are you still...?” I point down to our still-joined bodies. “Oh, I like it here.” He settles himself behind me. “And I called big spoon.”

Falling asleep with a dick inside you isn’t all that bad. Waking up after a short nap with a hard cock already raring to go and in position is even better.

second round with Grim.

Gunnar pushes into the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, watching me through the clear shower walls without an ounce of remorse.

Gunnar licks his bottom lip and drags his teeth over it, pulling the skin around his scar and turning it white.

Gunnar’s hand moves to his groin and he adjusts himself, but his fingers linger.

I keep quiet as Calix dries my hair, again struck by the intimacy of the moment, but too enamored with being taken care of to stop him.

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.

“So, when you said you had been waiting forever for me…you actually meant…you’d never…?”

“I was waiting for you,” Grim answers sincerely.

“That was you as a fucking virgin?”

The crest of Grim’s cheeks flush with a slight tinge of red, before he peers at me from under his brow. “Wait until I have more practice,” he promises.

The bed bounces and someone launches himself at me, landing half on my legs. I do sit up then and growl down at Gunnar. “Big spoon!” he shouts, scooting up behind me in the same moment. “You said no dibs.” Grim enters the doorway with a frown on his face. “Because you thought of it before me,” Gunnar answers, unrepentant.

I pat Gunnar’s hand over my waist once the portal closes. “Look at my kitten, being all nice and shit.”

“Your kitten?” I can hear the grin in Gunnar’s words. “Of course you’re my kitten. Who else would you belong to?” I scoff,