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

by Clio Evans

“What the fuck?” “What do you mean what the fuck?” I asked. “Why the fuck are you coming to work shirtless?” “Because I’m fucking invisible,” he said, staring at me like I was a ghost.

“Uh. What’s in the cage?” “A demon named Biscuit, but Inferna says it’s her aunt’s naked cat. But this thing is ancient and looks like a crusty mole with eyes that stare into your soul. Somehow we are watching it for the week. I don’t know why.”

The possibility that I had stepped into an elevator with the two individuals in the world who were my mates, was impossible.

“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.

“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.”

“I want you to chase me. To trap me. I like to be praised, but I also like… a little bit of fear. I want to be a little scared, and I know that I trust you so I would be safe and wouldn’t be harmed. I want you to fuck me even if I beg you to stop,” I whispered, precum dripping from my cock. “Those are the things I want.”