Some Kind of Monster (Friends with the Monsters, #2)

by Albany Walker

Those two don’t work together unless it’s for me or against me.

“Do you want me to kill them?” His voice is sex wrapped in sin. I shiver at the offer. He knows the way to my dark heart. Calix makes a disgruntled sound. I don’t think Grim would actually kill him…well, maybe he would if I really wanted him to, but I know he would never do anything that would upset me. “You’re my favorite, you know that, right?”

“You are my everything.”

I see Gunnar smirk, he knows I’m about to tear into Grim. Grim’s brow furrows, and he tilts his head to the side. “That’s a problem?” I poke my finger into his chest. “Yes, that’s a problem,” I snarl. A small grin curls Grim’s lips. “You’re worried about me.” I can’t tell if he thinks it’s cute that I worry, or if it amuses him.

No one gets to kill you but me.”

“You can admit it. You like it, don’t you?” I lick my lips. “Why wouldn’t I? You taste good.” Calix lets out a deep chuckle, it’s sexy and inviting. “I was talking about the new furniture, but it’s good to know I taste good.”

The sound of a snicker starts slowly, but within three seconds, more snorts of reserved laughter fill the interior of the SUV, and it’s not just coming from one of them.

“It’s just, you’re so beautiful, everything about you is perfect, but your singing…” He twists his mouth just a little, not saying anything else. “What about my singing?” Gunnar clears his throat loudly, but no one else makes a sound. “Well?” I prompt. Calix’s eyes widen the slightest bit, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He takes another breath then wets his bottom lip. “Uh, it’s nothing.” He’s trying to dismiss me, but I’m not letting this go. “You were cracking up over nothing?” My tone is disbelieving. “I could just tell you loved the song so much,” Calix replies, backpedaling, but he already mentioned my singing. “I believe he was talking about how off key you were,” Grim interjects, as placid as ever. He was the only one who didn’t laugh.

“I want all of you, Gunnar, not just what you think I can handle. Your monster doesn’t scare me. I love all of you.”

“You love me?” The suspicion is gone from his face, and it’s been replaced with a wide-eyed look of wonder as he gazes at me.

“How could I not love you?”

“You are the daughter of Lilith, a goddess of life.”

“So, is she still alive?” I bite my lip. I’m not sure I ever want to meet the woman Grim described as beautifully chaotic. “In you. When you chose to be born here, she ended and you began.”

you have the sensitivity of an avocado.”

“If they piss me off too much, I’ll just kill them all and let the chips fall where they may.” Gunnar lets out a soft sigh. “She really is perfect.”

“Do you want me to kill them?” I offer, only half joking. That brings a slight smile to his lips. “Nah, but I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” He gives me a wink, but I can tell he’s forcing the lightness into his tone.

Gunnar swoops me up in his arms and nuzzles my neck. “Stop threatening to maim people—you know how excited I get.”

“Try not to kill anyone,” he tells me. I hook my thumb in Grim’s direction with my mouth hanging open. “He’s literally Death, and you’re telling me not to kill anyone? Pshh.” “Oh, let her have some fun,” Gunnar chastises Calix as he gets out of the car. “You weren’t saying that when she was going to kill that entire coven of witches,” Calix counters over the top of the car, loud enough that it reaches all the men standing near the front door like some sort of fucked up secret service agents. “That would have been a headache,” Gunnar replies with a nod. “You think her killing everyone who pisses her off here would be any easier?”

“Food makes them much less dangerous,” Torin tells Calix, as if he’s departing some sort of wisdom on how to take care of a woman.

“She’s kind of judgy for being a wolf shifter.”

my lady?”

“Honest truth, friend, on both accounts. She could kill you where you stand without batting an eye, and…” Calix releases my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. “I most certainly am taken.” “Aw, you’re getting an extra special blow job for that.” I lean into Calix’s side. Gunnar scoffs. “What about me? I said I would let you mutilate him.”

“Stars, don’t you have someone who can take one for the team and fuck the stick out of her ass?” I direct my question to Torin. “I will donate a ball gag to the effort.”

“Your dick, my mouth, interested?”

“There will never be a time when the answer will be anything but fuck yes.”

“I would burn the world for you too.”

“You were in the shower for a long time, everything okay?” “Adequate, considering I was alone.” My eyes bug out a little. Did he just tell me he was in the shower jacking off?

“Isn’t that nice of him to offer a hand?” I roll my lips in to hide my smile. I really can’t help myself from teasing. Calix turns his head slowly to stare at me. I know exactly what he’s thinking: ‘Really?’

“Although his hand won’t be needed. Your hand, however…” Grim grabs my hand and places it on his dick. “Jesus!” Gunnar barks.

“Mine,” he growls. “Ours,” Gunnar amends.

“I’d be more worried about having three rabid mother hens than I would be about them being upset.” She retracts her hand. “Heaven forbid if you should stub a toe, Death may start the apocalypse.” She rolls her eyes.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t an idiot, just a remorseful idiot.”

“I’m pretty sure… I’m pregnant. Not pretty sure, just sure. And I didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t know anything about kids. And it’s not like I need to trap you guys. Pretty much already did that, which was also unintentional,” I ramble. When I’m brave enough to actually lift my gaze, I wish I had a camera. Grim’s eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen them, Calix’s mouth is actually gaping open, and Gunnar is just sitting there blinking rapidly.

“You may not possess me, because I am my own, but I give myself to you freely. I pledge your name will be the only name I cry out for.” “Did you just marry her?” Calix stomps over, incredulous. “Aye,” Gunnar confirms. “You didn’t even ask her.” “She’s accepted my gifts, and I’ve spoken the vow.” “What about us, you selfish cock?” Calix snaps.

“You’re awfully quiet back there. Everything okay?” “I’m horny,” he says, as if it’s the perfect time to divulge such information. “Fucking hell.” Gunnar smacks his forehead on the steering wheel. “Me too, Loverboy, me too.”

“What do you want?”

“What every girl wants. To stand on the bones of my enemies, and to look fabulous while doing so.”

“No one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”