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The Monster's Den (A Monstrous World, #1) The Monster's Den by Jillian West
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“I'm going to speak to Aline,” Dread growls. He's still stomping across the floor. “All new hires will now need to complete a class about how every species bonds. I've run this place for almost fifty years and never once . . .” He snarls, shaking his head. “Not just new hires, every damn employee in the building is getting a 'How not to accidentally bond a demon' safety meeting.”
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“Ohmigod, I've been banging the elderly.” Emerson snorts. The hound chuffs a laugh.”
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“I accidentally bonded a delusional sex demon. Yeah, that about sums up my life.”
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“Do you have any idea what you've done?” I ask, tilting my head to carefully study the soft human. She shrugs. Her shoulders bounce like it's no big deal she just motherfucking claimed my eternal soul. Fine, I'm not entirely sure I have a soul, but she just claimed my dick for her entire existence . . .  So yeah, that constitutes more than a shrug.”
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“I've never fucked Aline,” I assure her. “Nor wished to.” She frowns, blinking up at me for several long seconds before she pinches the hell out of my nipple. “Hey,” I grunt, swatting her vicious little hand away.”
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“It's all fun and games when a guy can last hours fucking you in every position imaginable. But I don't care who you are; no woman wants to give an hour-long blow job. That's just asking for a TMJ flare-up.”
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“Once I knew Emerson was gone, I snuck in to have a peek at the child. Only, the little heathen bit me. So I bit her back. Which made her cry. She won't sink those sharp teeth into anyone else for a while, I'd bet. Although, neither the hound nor I could stomach the crying, so we picked her up, which somehow devolved into piggyback rides around the toddler's bedroom.”
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“absolutely will not be following Emerson's lightly floral scent home. That would be creepy. I've lived nearly four hundred years without being a stalker. I'm not going to start now. Probably. Although, it couldn't hurt to make sure she made it home safely, right? No, of course not. That makes me a good boss, not a creep with boundary issues.”
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“Maybe this isn't the ideal job for me? I tend to get attached to guys I'm intimate with.”
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“Gargoyles have been known to fixate, and I'm clearly heading that way.”
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“I've lived nearly four hundred years without being a stalker. I'm not going to start now. Probably. Although, it couldn't hurt to make sure she made it home safely, right? No, of course not.”
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“If you could have rejected it, then why didn't you?” I yelp. “I could've handled it.” “No, you couldn't,” Arsyn assures me. “Most supernaturals wouldn't survive the backlash of a rejected bond from a high demon. Humans who've suffered it in the past have gone mad with desire. It's part of the curse of being a demon who feeds on sex. I accepted the bond to save you from that.”
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“In our culture, the male sits at the table. He may offer his mate or partner the seat on his lap, or she may curl up at their feet.”
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“I let Laithe have her last night, and I'm very clearly indicating that you should do the same tonight,” I growl. “Two monsters your beast views as family pack, and thus, doesn't view as truly outside sharing.”
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“Arsyn, this is Emerson. Emerson, Arsyn will be your date for the evening,” Aline says, shoving him away as he tries to hug her. “No way, asshole. Last time you hugged me, I ended up in a threesome with an orc and a kraken.”
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“Which is frustrating. She should trust us implicitly. Or that's what my beast thinks. Fine, I can admit that it makes no logical sense, but it's still how we feel. “Dread, why the hell are you in Meena's house?” Emerson’s eyebrows rise as she gives me an expectant look. That's a very good question and one I absolutely do not have an answer for.”
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