14. Alina

Oh my monsters.Oh my monsters. Oh my monsters!

I don't know what just happened.

Okay. That's… that's not true. I… I heard a noise and went into the bathroom to see what it was. And found him standing there like a God in the showers. All muscular lines, sculpted physique, and… and monster dick.

I've never seen a man's member before. However, I'm pretty sure Reaper's is way too big to be natural.

It was also covered in tattoos.

Tattoos I couldn't quite make out.

But wow.

Wow.

I… I don't know what to do. Or think. Or?—

"Alina?" Flame calls as he knocks on the door before opening it. "Are you all right? I heard you yelp."

Of course he heard that. But he obviously didn't hear what Reaper said right before I yelped.

"Good morning, pet. Have any nice dreams? Because I just enjoyed one hell of a fantasy myself."

I shiver, his voice rolling through my mind in combination with that beautiful memory of his naked form.

Monsters, I didn't know men could look like that.

Of course, he's a fae. Not a human. Not a normal man. A fae.

But if fae look like that…

No. I shake my head. Focus, Lina.

"What's wrong?" Flame asks, likely interpreting my head shake to mean something. "What happened?"

What had he asked me? If I was all right? Am I all right?

Not really.

"I'm fine," I manage to force out. "I… I was just startled." By Reaper's monster dick.

His expression as he stroked himself was so intensely beautiful that I couldn't stop staring. The minute I realized he was in the shower, I should have left. But I… I couldn't. I'd been captivated by his strength.

And his words, I think, recalling what I overheard.

"My pretty little pet."

"Oh, I'll share you. Let them claim you, too. But you'll be mine in every way that counts."

"Alina," he said then, making my lips part. Because I thought he caught me staring. But no. He was talking to me. Thinking about me. While he pumped himself to completion.

"And you'll swallow every damn drop" was his final statement before his expression contorted with ecstasy. His growl vibrated the room, making my legs squeeze together in response.

I can still feel the impact of it now, my inner thighs hot and damp from his demonstration. I'm aware of what goes on down there, my hands and fingers having explored the many ways to make myself orgasm.

But Reaper's orgasm was a whole new level of rapture.

"Alina?" Flame prompts, reminding me that he's still in the room.

Orcus is looming behind him in the doorway, his dark hair wild around his shoulders, suggesting he just woke up.

Because they all slept in the living area,I think, swallowing.

I offered to take the couch. It made a lot more sense for me to sleep out there while they slept in here, but Flame and Orcus weren't interested in discussing alternative arrangements. And I didn't feel comfortable enough debating it.

So I took the bed.

Woke up to that strange sound.

And found a naked Reaper with his hand wrapped around his cock in the shower.

"What startled you?" Orcus asks, drawing my focus to where he's standing in the doorway.

Shirtless.

In just a pair of tiny black shorts.

Boxers, my brain tells me. He's wearing boxers.

And only boxers.

Just like Flame.

Fae… Beautiful. Fucking. Fae.

I'm surrounded by hot, hard men. Perfectly sculpted. Muscular. Toned. Holy fae.

My throat works as I try to swallow, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly.

This is overwhelming.

I've barely even seen a man without a shirt on, and now this? Three gorgeous men in their underwear?

Oh, but one was naked. Very naked. And hard. And stroking…

I take a wobbling step back. Pull it together, Lina, I snap at myself.

But outwardly, all I want to do is whimper.

My lower belly pulls tight with a sensation I recognize from my own self-explorations.

Arousal.

And who can blame me with all this man meat on display?

Why do they need to be so damn good-looking? And where are their clothes?

I grab my shirt and look down, remembering that I'm wearing one of the items originally meant for them. But the nightgowns the concierge brought for me resembled a translucent dress, which I had no desire to sleep in. So I'd taken one of the oversized T-shirts instead.

Now I'm sort of wishing I would have worn that just to give these guys a dose of their own medicine.

Of course, that would have left me more vulnerable and exposed and?—

"Alina." Orcus's deep voice cuts through my mind, his gaze intense as he prowls toward me. "Did Reaper touch you?"

I blink at him, confused. "What?"

"Did Reaper touch you?" he repeats, only a foot away from me now.

There's a strange softness to his voice, yet it's edged with dominance. Like he's demanding that I reply without actually issuing the command. "N-no. He was in the shower."

"Thinking about her, but not touching her," Reaper drawls as he joins us in the bedroom.

My cheeks flame in response, my gaze locked on Orcus so I don't have to see Reaper again.

Because all I'll be able to picture is his hand wrapped around that giant cock.

Ohhhh, thinking about it anyway now…

"You all right, pet?" Reaper asks. I may not be looking at him, but I can definitely hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm fine," I mutter back to him.

"Good. Shower's all yours when you want it," he says as he saunters by me in nothing but a towel.

I hate that I look.

Hate that he's tempting me.

Hate that I can't seem to stop my eyes from trailing a bead of water down his strong back.

This is… I don't…I clear my throat and spin toward the bed.

Which isn't a good place to look either because now I'm wondering what all three of these guys would look like sprawled out over the covers.

"Can you all please put some clothes on?" I ask, exasperated.

Reaper chuckles.

Meanwhile, Flame mutters, "I did put clothes on."

And Orcus just… vibrates.

My shoulders instantly relax at that low rumbling sound, my eyes suddenly heavy.

"Cheater," Reaper says. But I barely hear him, my focus entirely on that soft, repetitive purr.

A strong chest meets my back, the bare skin burning through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Just using my gifts," Orcus murmurs, his voice making me want to melt into his heat.

What is he doing to me?I wonder, drunk on the feel of him.

And his scent.

So refreshing.

I inhale deeply, reveling in the moment and forgetting whatever we were discussing. It doesn't matter. Just that soothing rumble and the crisp aroma of a morning breeze. Woodsy. Clean. Addicting.

"She's going to fall asleep standing up," Reaper says, suddenly in front of me.

I blink at him, startled by his unexpected appearance. Because he literally just materialized out of thin air.

His silver-blue eyes flash, his lips curling seductively at the corners. "Is she going into the famous Omega heat?" he asks, a hint of excitement in his tone. "Does that mean we can fuck before Chicago? Because I am absolutely down for changing up the agenda."

What?I stare at him, my foggy mind slowly picking through what he just said. Fuck is a powerful word. However, it's Chicago that captures my interest.

Serapina.

My eyes widen and I try to take a step back, but I'm met with a masculine wall. So I spin to the side and shake my head, needing to clear it. "I need to find a map" stumbles from my lips.

How much time have I wasted?

What day is it?

Can I even leave?

So many questions. Too few answers.

Orcus moves in front of me, blocking my path before I can even try to move. "You don't need a map, Alina. We know where Chicago is. But getting there may be difficult."

My brow furrows. "You know…?" I shake my head again. They already told me they knew of Chicago. But I can't remember if they confirmed knowing how to get there. Regardless, I'm more caught up in that final sentence. "Why would it be difficult?"

"Because it's hundreds of miles away, and I have no idea what transportation looks like in this reality," he tells me. "However, I can ask about it when I meet with the Monster City Queen."

"You're… you're going to ask her about Chicago?"

"Yes," he answers without hesitation.

"Why?"

He lifts one big shoulder and lets it fall. "Because you keep mentioning it. So now I'm curious about what's in Chicago."

I gape at him. "Maybe it's not a good idea to ask her about it."

"The Emissary already mentioned it," he reminds me. "I'm pretty sure the Queen is going to ask me about it since it sounds like it's not normal for the humans of this world to know cities by their old names."

Right. Yes. The Emissary did say something about that.

I nibble my bottom lip, my gaze falling to his collarbone. Is any of this going to cause trouble for my sister? I wonder.

Hopefully not. I haven't mentioned her at all. And I never said how I knew about the city's name.

But it sounds like this big fae might actually be able to help me learn more about Chicago and how to potentially get there.

That's good, right?

I lift my gaze to his dark one once more. "Okay. Thank you for asking."

He nods, then cocks his head to the side, his eyes crinkling. "Want some breakfast, little one?"

It's an abrupt conversation change.

It's also accompanied by that endearment again. Little one. I don't feel little, but I definitely must seem little to him.

However, he's also called me an Omega—a term Reaper just used a few minutes ago, too.

I stare up at Orcus, aware of his substantial height, and ignore his inquiry about food. Primarily because I'm tired of being distracted. I have so many questions in my head, yet I keep forgetting about them.

Because these men keep doing things like taking off their clothes.

And stroking themselves in the shower.

And vibrating.

And—

I clench my jaw, then narrow my gaze at Orcus. "What's an Omega?"

There. I asked a good question. And given the flare of his nostrils, it was the right question.

"How about we discuss it over breakfast?" he says, clearly trying to negotiate.

"I'm not hungry, and I would like an answer now, please," I tell him.

Flame chuckles from somewhere in the room. I'm not sure how I already recognize that it's him, but I do. "There's my little panther," he says, confirming I'm right about him being the one who laughed.

"What gift are you going to use now?" Reaper drawls from behind me. "A growl to make her submit?"

Orcus looks over my head at the other man. "I don't need to growl to make her submit." His eyes return to mine. "Nor do I have any intention of making her do anything. If she wants answers, I'll provide them."

"Can you provide the answers directly to me rather than talking about me like I'm not in the room?" I sass at him, a bit irritated by the third person phrases.

Flame laughs again, clearly pleased.

Even Reaper chuckles this time.

Orcus, however, doesn't look as amused. But he doesn't appear to be angry either.

"An Omega is a type of fae," he says. "It can refer to various fae species, like Fortune Fae, some Shifter Fae breeds, and a handful of other fae races. But as it pertains to my kind, Mythos Fae Omegas are extremely rare. In fact, they're thought to be extinct."

I frown at him. "But you called me an Omega."

"Yes."

My brow creases even more. "I don't understand."

He palms the back of his neck and nods. "Honestly, neither do I. But my soul recognizes yours."

"As an Omega," I say dumbly. "As what type of Omega?" I attempt to clarify. Because maybe he means I'm some other kind of fae.

Except I have no idea how that's possible. I was born in the village. And I certainly don't feel otherworldly.

"A Mythos Fae Omega."

Right. Now I'm just… utterly lost.

Orcus must see the confusion on my face because he says, "I think we need to start with how the Omegas of my kind went extinct. Then we can talk about your Mythos Fae Omega soul and what it might mean."