Mating Monsters (I.S.S.)

by M. Sinclair

Plus, hadn’t it been nearly an hour since breakfast? Surely she was hungry. I mean, she was so tiny. Maybe I needed to start carrying snacks around with me…

I loved the confidence she had in me, but she was wrong—I could absolutely destroy her, and I hoped to. Once her little pussy was ready for me.

“Do you know what stops heat, little raven?” Dranos’s voice was soft and dangerously like velvet in the space, his magic creating a physical manifestation of its effect. “What?” I asked as Wyre bit down hard on my breast. “Taking in enough cum to get knocked up, so spread those legs wide and let us do our job, Isla.”

But I had a feeling the two of them were terrified of having a little girl. It was pretty adorable. “Stop saying that,” Wyre muttered, sounding panicked. “What if it’s more than just one girl?” Ralos added. Dranos growled. “You are asking to be decapitated.”

“Little raven.” Dranos appeared in front of me, his lips pressing to my stomach for a moment before offering me a charming smile. “Come on, you don’t really need Ralos, do you?” I rolled my eyes, unable to stop smiling because Ralos appeared almost immediately after him, looking furious, as if his suggestion would make me actually consider the idea.

I narrowed my eyes at the garment, knowing that in part she wore that on purpose—our mate loved to tease us. It was one of her favorite activities. Which was why she had already been pregnant two times, now a third, in the span of three years. Completely her fault, clearly.