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

by Clio Evans

“And I knew exactly what to do. But in a much more real sense, I had no idea what to do.” — Michael Scott, The Office

It was a hellish environment to work in, but I liked hell. I was a demon, after all. A monster. A creature that craved a little chaos in the morning with my eggs and toast.

Not stalking, I reminded myself. It wasn’t stalking. Just making sure our paths crossed.

In both of my forms, my cocks were the same. I couldn’t hide either one of them.

“Uh,” Jaehan cleared his throat. “I have an extra shirt if you need one, friend.” The creature froze, his back stiffening. He turned around, looking at Jaehan. “What?” he snarled, his eyes wide. A low growl left me, a soft warning. His head swiveled, his eyes meeting mine. “What? Both of you can see me?” “Yes?” Jaehan and I both said. His lips parted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “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.

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

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

“You took every inch,” he said. “I was proud.”

Of course there was. The way was that his body belonged to me, and I wanted him to cum.

“Ignorance is bliss,” Inferna said, “but I’d rather know I’m in hell instead of thinking I’m in heaven.

“You won't escape me,” he said. “I’m fucking you. I’m going to fucking breed you and you’re going to regret being such a little brat.”

“You’re gonna take every inch,” he said. “Every fucking one.”

“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.

He kept his cock there for a moment, leaning down so he could whisper in my ear. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured. “You’re taking my cock so well for your first time. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you,” Billy whispered again. “So much. And you’re mine, little monster.”

And hell, I want a fucking raise. I want a fucking raise and a bonus that will make my cock hard from how big it is.”

“She has an uncle, godfather, something. He owns a coffee shop but apparently he’s been around for awhile,” Art said, shrugging. “His beard catches on fire sometimes.” “Weird,” Anne said, shrugging. “I mean, we all have that uncle.”