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

by Albany Walker

Naughty girls need love too.

A beautiful monster, that’s what I am. My packaging is just a little nicer than the creatures you hear about dwelling in your closet.

It’s time for them to find out why monsters fear me. I am the bad guy.

“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.

“You are my everything.” I feel his breath against my lips, and I swoon. I’m not even a little bit embarrassed. He makes my knees weak.

“Take your clothes off, Omnia, I want to see every inch of your body before I sink inside you.”

My eyes close again as I get lost in the feeling of him as he runs his hands over my sides and back.

It’s never enough, not with any of them. If I could crawl inside him, I would. I just have to settle for him sliding inside me instead.

Grim is a biter, and I love it. There’s something inside me that turns completely pliant when he sinks his teeth into my flesh.

I start to pull my hand away, but Grim locks his hips against mine. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m inside you, feel how soft you are. Stars…”

Unhurriedly, he pumps into me. Someday, I’m going to beg him to fuck me fast, but every time I think to rush him, he drags his thick cock against my inner walls, and I surrender to his love making.

He may fuck me long and slow, but the rough way he handles me makes me melt.

“Grim.” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more like a plea. “Hmm?” he hums. “You need something, Omnia?” His voice is layered. “I need you to keep moving,” I say through gritted teeth. “Like this?” The bastard rolls his hips. My mouth falls open with a sigh and I nod eagerly. “You like it, Damiana, when I’m deep inside you? Making you quiver?”

“Can that toy make you scream, Omnia? Because I can.”

Am I being a little bit of a brat? Probably, but at least I own that shit.

I interject to de-escalate the situation like a fucking adult. That’s all we need, them trashing a hotel room like a bunch of teenagers. I don’t know if I should feel proud of myself or check to see if someone delivered my AARP card for senior citizen discounts in the past few weeks.

“You told her if she needed a dick so badly, you’d ‘saw one off and shove it in her head.’ I’m just relieved to know you weren’t talking about mine.”

I’m used to waking up hot—horny too, considering I’m between at least two very sexy men—but this is damn near ridiculous. The room is so hot, I’m literally damp with sweat.

His touch is rough, as even the skin on the palms of his hands is scarred and callused, reminding me there isn’t much that’s gentle about the beast in front of me—other than his heart that is, and only when it comes to me.

I have no idea why he was worried about me making a noise, because it sounds like he’s going to put me right through the tile wall every time he slams into me. I can’t do much but hold on for the ride, but what a fucking ride it is.

Every touch borders on painful, but not enough to actually hurt, just enough to make sure every nerve ending in my body is alive and focused on what might happen next.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not having an existential crisis here, Loverboy. I’m asking what I am. What kind of monster am I?” I clarify. Grim lifts his chin in understanding. “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.”

“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.”

“If you look at me like that again, I’ll pluck out your eyeballs and feed them to you.”

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.”

usually have a very special diet, you see, but I consumed a few souls” —I roll my eyes— “and now my system is all out of whack. But that fucking soup smells divine, and I’m feeling a little peckish, so what do you say?”

“They were witches—witches who were performing rituals on baddies to steal their powers. Should I have let them go around killing my friends?”

My mouth actually waters a little when I cradle it in my lap. Damn, I think I really am hungry. What the hell does that mean?

I can feel my heart thundering in my head, but I don’t give a fuck if I pass out as long as I get to come first.

“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?” His eyes dilate and his head moves up and down as he swallows. “There will never be a time when the answer will be anything but fuck yes.”

With a whispered confession, I give Grim my truth, and it rings with certainty in my soul. “I would burn the world for you too.”

“And that’s what killed her, folks. The rampant rumors of her dry pussy. She eventually succumbed to her plight and shriveled up and died from lack of dicking.”

“You’re such a drama queen. I’m sure we could find some poor sap who would give your arid pussy a jizz bath.” Aeson gets a faraway look in her eyes. “Yes, I’m quite sure one load from the wolf and I would be soaked for days.”

“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.”

Pregnancy has not turned me into a Suzy Homemaker. This shit is hard, and anyone who says it’s not strange having a little alien creature inside you kicking and rearranging your organs is a lunatic.

but who cares about breathing when I can feel the head of his dick slipping between my legs?

Stars, this man fucks like he has something to prove each and every time.

The best cure for a down day is to let two men, who are hotter than sin, show you just how much you mean to them, and suddenly swollen ankles and bigger hips no longer seem like a big deal.

“If you think some yogurt and cookies are enough to get me to say home, you don’t know me as well as you think.”

“What do you want?” She swipes her hand under her nose. Messy. “What every girl wants. To stand on the bones of my enemies, and to look fabulous while doing so.”

“You try having a watermelon dancing on your guts and see how you like it.”

If I never poop again after this baby is born, I will be a happy bitch.

Having four people to split diaper duty with is pretty amazing. I would definitely recommend it to all families.

If I thought I was a mess eight months pregnant, I was wrong. My shirt has stains over my left nipple from leaking milk, and I haven’t changed my yoga pants in two days. I can’t believe he can even look at me and smile. You’d think he’d be escorting me to the shower.