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“You don’t have to justify it,” Meg said. “Everyone is a bit of a monster fucker at heart. Get your freak on and all that. Christine would sell her soul to fuck a monster. She even has dreams about them.”
Christine Daniels had no idea how important she was to us. Had no idea that she was now the only thing that mattered.
They clung to me like I was a lifeline. Like now that he was touching me, he had no intention of ever letting me go.
“If you’re going to walk away,” he said, accent making everything in my body light up, “do it now.” “What happens if I stay?”
His hands found my wrists, locking his fingers around them. “We show you what we want. We will make you come. Right here. Right now.”
“You felt it right?” Erik asked, quiet and awed. “She’s our mate.” “She is.” The words were practically a snarl from Alex. “And she belongs to us.”
“We’re not monsters. We are gargoyles though.” I stared at him. “Gargoyles.” “Yes,” Marius said.
“Because we’re not men, Christine. We’re monsters. And monsters don’t fucking. Share.”
The fact that the man who’s lap I was sitting in just threatened to murder someone for me bothered me less than I thought it would.
They didn’t have to hear me speak to feel what I was feeling now, and their amusement quickly turned to possessive arousal from knowing that I loved their marks on me. In turn, my own arousal crashed over me like a wave.
