Sanctuary With Kings (Tempting Monsters, #3)

by Kathryn Moon

"Tell me...what you like about this,"

"Wrestling," Hywel replied cooly. He smirked and continued, "You're too large, of course. But you can teach her evasive maneuvers. You're good at those." Asterion turned his back to us.

Still, I watched with a sense of feminine triumph as they all paused to admire me,

I wanted to rise to my knees and bring his face down to mine, kiss him in full view of Hywel and Laszlo, and let the consequences unravel through the night.

"Stay," Hywel said, a low and calm invitation. "You're welcome with us. And I promise you the sweetest of dreams."

"Survival is a strange thrill."

his huge grin now a slight smirk, a secret understanding in the look, a reminder of the competition for my affection that he was refusing to partake in.

"I'll join you. Once I'm done with you," I said, shrugging. "Now be good for me, undress, and get in the bath."

"Last time I bathed with Conall, he made such a mess," Laszlo murmured, eyes on his hands as he undressed. Conall's gaze darkened. "Of you, you mean." Laszlo's smile was shy. "I do, yes."

"Are you going to take your own advice, dear one?" he asked. "I'm working on it," I admitted with a nod.

"I do. Come into the water, Evie, love. Your monsters need to touch their mate."

"I am not around humans, but life does seem especially precious at the moment," Laszlo said softly.

"You can have his knot next if I can watch," I offered.

"Laszlo, keep him busy," Hywel said, winking at his mate. "I'll see what I can manage," Laszlo said drily.

"I'm going to bed. You lot smell like questionable decisions."

Asterion moved suddenly, body bowing forward, eyes intent. "Lift up her skirt."

We might be monsters with impulses and instincts, but we are also men falling in love with you, dear one. Your

"Oh, good. I didn't want to lie to you, but Hywel and I might find ourselves following you."

Asterion had told me I held a terrible power over him, and now I wanted to wield that strength, over him and all the others.

"I am always yours, Evanthia." Mine.

"You swore to protect me. Teach me to defend myself," I said. "Why? So you won't need me?" he burst out,

"You—It's so strong, I can't—You don't—" He couldn't smell the mark he'd left on me. Weeks ago. I'd been his from the start. "So fix it," I said, shrugging.

"I want you to put your entire heavy, brutal, perfect cock inside of me, Asterion," I whimpered into his ear. "I was made for you."

"Are you sore?" he asked, voice lovely and dark, velvet and sturdy. "Almost never," I admitted. "We'll see about that,"

And I will love you, no matter what."

"Ohh, what a greedy, sweet cunt," Asterion

"Who was I designed for, Asterion?" I asked, but my voice was begging. He growled and trembled. "Me. Me, my little théa." "Prove it," I gritted out, trying to rise to meet him.

"Oh, Evanthia," he moaned, his body sagging over mine, his hand on my hip sliding back and down to hold my ass. "My mate." "Yours," I breathed out, kissing his jaw, claiming his horns in my fists.

"I find myself quite curious to hear what went on while I was sleeping."

There were little traces of stolen pleasure all over the place. And in just one day!

"Men often underestimate women's appetites," I mused. Hazel snorted. "True."

Hywel laughed and shook his head, dancing back as I raised my sword once more. "I yield, blodyn bach. I yield!"

"Perhaps not so…explicitly," Asterion said, chuckling as my breath hitched and my hips chased his fingers. "But I did think these friends might suit your nature."

"Feed my body, Asterion," I murmured, gliding over his thickening staff. "I want to celebrate you here." You deserve to be seen, appreciated, I thought privately.

"That's it, théa." Asterion's thumb stroked slowly over the curving inner line of my hips, where my skin was tender and delicate. "How well your pretty cunt takes me. So lovely, red, and wet."

"Show me, Asterion. Before you go. Show me again what it is to be yours."

"I am sick to death of Birsha and his schemes and his cruelty. I want war."

I only know what is at risk, which is all that I hold precious and dear, all that matters to me."

"Vengeance," I whispered. Hywel nodded, nose brushing against mine. "Yes. And then peace."

"Nimue cooperates as much as she wants. She shields you, her victor, her sword wielder,"