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

by Albany Walker

“I don’t require a weapon,” Grim states. Calix snorts and rolls his eyes. “Shotgun means she’s calling the front passenger seat,” he clarifies. “Why would weapon choice determine where you sit?” Grim

“Just four,” I reply. “Three men are enough, even for me.”

“You’re suggesting I shit out the witches’ souls?” I roll my lips in to keep myself from laughing. I know he’s trying to help.

“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.”

“It’s time for you to shit or get off the pot, Wolfy.” I purse my lips in sympathy.

too. “Oh, yum. Why is this so good?” “I don’t think you’ve been feeding her enough,” Torin comments,

me. It always makes me feel like some movie star when they do this, and the vain part of me loves the attention.

“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.”

“Come on, Kitten, I’ll have to kiss it better later. We don’t have time for another quickie.”

“That man made me very angry.” “Who did?” “You are a goddess, and he spoke to you as if you were nothing.”

His eyes track my every movement, and that’s how I know what I’m about to say is true. “You’ll give me whatever I want anyway, Loverboy, and I’m still going.”

smile lifts my lips when I think about calling him Daddy.

“You’re the father?” I can hear the woman’s curiosity in her tone. “Is there someone here more competent than you?”

“I’m having a baby, my vag is going to be all stretched out, and they’re flirting.” I narrow my eyes. “You better still love me after.”

“I’m going to shove something up your ass and make you push it out if you say that again,” I warn,

I hope he falls on his dick if he passes out.