Sanctuary With Kings (Tempting Monsters, #3)

by Kathryn Moon

"I've missed this the most," Laszlo murmured. "Even more than sex with him. I've missed having my mate awake." I didn't ask if he'd had any guests do this for him. I knew the answer. I just didn't know why he offered me the privilege. I wasn't sure if I was ready to know, so I set to work silently.

I growled and he only smiled, picking up a strange tool and bringing it to his fingertips. "Two or three?" I gaped, and then fell back, flattened with another teasing threat of an orgasm, only for it to be stolen away again. "What?!" A strange crunching, clipping sound echoed with my gasping breaths, and I sat up again to see that Laszlo had cut away one of his talons. "No!" I cried, sobering briefly. "You don't have—" He clipped another away. "Two or three?" he asked, filing the dulled tips to round them.

It seemed a shame, but since he'd already started and I could easily guess his goal… "Three," I murmured.

wanted to climb onto his lap, fuck him roughly. I didn't know if it was to thank him, or to try and establish a dynamic I understood between us. A relationship I was prepared for. Instead, I cuddled myself closer, tense and at the edge of weeping as he settled his arms easily around me once more, his book propped on my shoulder.

"We're going to take your heart, Evanthia," Hywel whispered. "We lay claim to it and to all of you. And if you want to fight us with your pretty claws and sweet little teeth, we will take your scratches and bites too. All of you."

The fixed charm he wore so easily faltered on his face, revealing an open and vulnerable terror, and my decision was set in stone. I would love this man. I would love him as no one else had tried to love him in his life. I'd thought love would come back to me, the sudden swoon and storm of feelings that had seemed to possess me of their own accord when I was younger.

I dumped a pitcher of water over his head, laughing and leaning back into Laszlo's chest as Conall choked and huffed. He glared at me from one brilliant green eye, the other shrouded in soaked hair, and then shook his head vigorously. I squealed and Laszlo drew me back, using me as a shield against the spray. The fire hissed and spit, steam rising, and I let out a bright laugh as Conall slapped his hair back from his face, grinning at me.

"Ohh, what a greedy, sweet cunt," Asterion whispered, eyes bright and steady on where my body was swallowing his shaft.