Not So Thanks in Advance (Warts & Claws Inc., #3)

by Clio Evans

“Tell me now. What do you want for breakfast? A demon and a witch? Or some of the fucking bland eggs and toast.”

I was now sandwiched between a six-eyed demon and a tentacled monster, and both of them were hard for me.

Heat flashed through my body again, and I was helpless between the two of them, desperate to be turned into my monsters’ fuck toy.

It hurt to feel like this. It hurt to feel cared for.

He was a spell I never wanted to escape, a wish I’d always dreamed of catching.

held my face to him, my air dying. But fuck, the flood of euphoria running through me now was worth it.

His cock was hard and throbbing, his balls smooth and begging to be touched. His ass was mine.

“Fuck me like the monster you are. I want you to breed me, to fill me. I want you so fucking badly. My cock and ass are yours, Charlie. Please. If I need you to stop then I will say so.”

He was my omega, my mate, my toy to fuck and use.

My cock slammed into him harder and I closed my eyes, losing myself to him. I could feel his magic, his slick, his fucking soul begging me to breed him.

“You did so well taking my tentacle down your throat too,” he said. “Thrusting in and out of you. You just let me use you over and over again like a good little slut.”

Love was meant for everyone. Having a relationship wasn’t meant to be gatekept, even if you were an ancient demon.

He was mine. Mine to fuck and breed, to chase and love. Love? Fuck. Could monsters even love?

I was going to force him to cum. “I can’t again,” Jaehan cried. “There’s no way.” Of course there was. The way was that his body belonged to me, and I wanted him to cum.

“Take every inch like a good boy and then I will allow you to cum. And maybe that will teach you a

lesson about being such a fucking brat.” If the lesson was getting fucked like this, then I would be a brat forever.

“Ah fuck,” Jaehan gasped. “You’re both so big. So fucking big.” “You’re doing so good,” Charlie said softly. “Taking both of our monster cocks like a good boy.” “We’re going to breed you,” I snarled, giving a little harder of a thrust. He cried out, his voice music to my ears.

I was a monster, a creature of darkness, but I had found love.