19. Alina

Dreamwalkers, I think, shivering.

That's what the two men in our suite last night were.

Strigoiis the formal name for their kind.

They were intimidating, handsome, and almost regal in nature. Quite different from Reaper and Flame, but somewhat similar to Orcus. Only, I could tell Orcus was the dominant one in the room, and not just because of his impressive size.

The Strigoi had bowed to him the moment they laid eyes on him in the suite, clearly recognizing him as the superior being.

But then the three of them had spoken as though they existed on a similar level of status.

It was fascinating to observe, at least while I remained to hear their conversation. But when discussions turned to something about Hell Fae Bride Trials, I excused myself to rest.

From what little I gathered, the two Strigoi were being forced to compete for brides they had no interest in taking. Thus, it seems they didn't venture into this realm to select mates during Monsters Night either. They only came here to escape their fates at home.

I could understand that to an extent.

They felt they had no other choice.

I also felt that way about coming to Monster City, only for very different reasons.

And things here have not turned out the way I expected them to. Not in any way, shape, or form.

I shiver, my mind instantly drifting to picture Flame's form.

Followed by Reaper's form.

My thighs clench, my insides turning to molten lava. Because holy fae, they're stunning. Flame wasn't even aroused, yet his size was… impressive. And so very unique.

Did Reaper have a bulb at the base?I wonder, trying to picture his long length. His hand kept stroking it, keeping me from ogling every inch at once. But I don't remember there being any jewelry or rounded knots.

Flame, however, had both.

It had taken me a moment to understand what I was seeing in his shaft, the glint of metal unexpected. But then I realized it was a bar. Right through his dick.

Plus a ring.

I wanted to ask him why he decorated himself in that way, but I couldn't form the words. There also hadn't been an appropriate time. The minute we returned, Orcus, Reaper, and Flame engaged in deep conversation with the Strigoi, their discussions all about their home world.

Maybe I can ask today,I think.

"You can touch it later," Flame told me. "When we're back at the tower."

Well, we're back at the tower now,I want to tell him.

Only, he's nowhere near me.

I'm in this big bed alone again, while the guys sleep in the other room.

Biting my lower lip, I consider what to do.

Can I wake Flame? Ask my questions?

But how would I even start?

So, about your dick…

I almost laugh.

Except just the thought of his dick has me squirming again in the bed. A frustrated growl escapes me as I squeeze my legs together, my thighs slick with need.

I'm not wearing panties again. Primarily because the ones the concierge sent up are practically lace, which makes them nonfunctional.

Besides, the shirt I'm wearing hits just above my knees.

Only it's ridden up a little now.

Probably from all my writhing in the bed.

I just can't help it. These fae have me all worked up.

And they've been so kind to me.

I never anticipated any of this, especially not my attraction to them. But it's growing stronger every minute we're together.

Is this the Omega stuff Orcus was talking about?

Everything feels so different now. So hot.

I bury my face in my pillow and groan, my hand curling into a fist to keep from touching myself.

"You know, when you invited me to sleep in this bed with you, I had no idea you were such a fidget," a deep voice murmurs from behind me.

I freeze. "Reaper?"

A palm finds my hip, a hot chest suddenly meeting my back. "Yes, pet?"

Oh, fae.I didn't realize he was in here with me. "I thought you were out in the living area."

He grunts softly, his thumb drawing a lazy circle against my shirt. "After being invited to sleep in here with you? Like there was ever a choice."

"I… I didn't invite…" I trail off, recalling our conversation before my walk with Flame last night.

I told Reaper he could sleep in here.

He asked if I was sure, and I had an inkling then that he was asking me something else. Something nefarious.

Yet I told him I was sure anyway.

So now… now he's in bed with me.

And from what I can feel, he's not wearing a lot of clothes, either.

"Do you want me to go?" he asks softly, his lips near the back of my neck.

I swallow, unable to answer.

Because I don't know what I want anymore.

But I like the way his breath feels against my nape. And I really like how hard he feels against my back.

His fingertips flutter down my thigh to the edge of my shirt. "Or maybe you would like my help?" he offers, his touch causing goose bumps to pebble along my arms and legs.

He pauses, like he's waiting for me to stop him.

When I don't, he starts to venture up under the fabric, the heat of his fingers a brand against my bare skin.

"Alina," he exhales, his mouth almost touching my neck. He shifts a little to run his nose along my throat, hovering over my throbbing pulse. "Is your heart racing out of fear or arousal?"

I swallow again, my thighs tensing. "Both," I admit.

"Hmm," he hums, placing a gentle kiss against my sensitive skin. "An intoxicating combination with your strawberry sweetness."

I'm not sure what that means.

And in the next instant, I'm too distracted to care.

Because his knuckles just brushed my damp sex.

"No panties?" he says, his voice deepening with the words. "Fuck, pet. That just makes me want to reward you more."

Reward? I repeat to myself as his knuckles whisper across my sensitive flesh once more.

"You're so wet," he groans, his mouth against my neck. "What were you thinking about, naughty girl?" He nibbles my pulse as his touch ventures higher to my recently waxed mound.

That had been part of my grooming preparations for Monsters Night. I hadn't understood it at the time. But with how sensitive everything is now, I'm starting to see the benefit of being bare down there.

"Talk to me, Alina." His words are a hot kiss to my senses. "I want consent before I touch you."

You're already touching me,I want to point out.

But I don't.

I can't.

Because I'm too lost to the heat blossoming between my thighs.

His featherlight strokes are so different from my own, his teasing caress somehow bolder. More enticing. More intense.

Yet he's barely done anything at all. Just a few brushes here and there, and now he's simply resting his palm against my mound. Unmoving. Tempting. Hot.

"Reaper." His name is barely audible, my throat seeming to close before I'm able to say more.

"Mmm, my name sounds good in that breathy tone," he murmurs. "Say it again, pet. Say it and tell me what you want."

I… I don't know what I want.

No one has ever touched me like this.

I've only ever been alone.

What does he want me to say? What should I ask him to do?

"I…" I swallow, my nerves fraying at the ends. His palm is a brand against my mound, his fingertips so close to where I need them. Lower. "Please go lower, Reaper." The request feels foreign on my tongue, yet right. "More, please. Touch me… more."

Fae, I don't even know what I'm saying. But… but I need this. Him. His fingers. His?—

A moan slips from my mouth as his fingertip caresses the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my sex. My clit, I think, familiar with the term from an anatomy class. I'm also familiar with how it feels.

But this is…

This is sooo much better.

It's electric.

It's fire.

It's intensity personified.

"Is this what you need, pet?" he asks against my ear.

"Yes," I hiss, pushing into his hand. "Fae, yes…" I'm not sure when I started saying fae instead of monster, but I don't care.

All that matters is Reaper's touch. His finger gliding through my damp folds. His palm against my clit.

Ohhh…

The sounds escaping me are ones I've never heard before. But I can't stop. Everything is burning. My insides. My thighs. My core.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Reaper says as his finger slides into me. "We're going to have to prepare you to properly take us, pet." He kisses my thundering pulse. "Don't worry. I know just what to do."

His hand moves against me, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I twist and push and ride the waves of rapture overtaking my body. It's growing. Mounting. Turning into an eruption that's borderline frightening.

A scream rips from my throat as the climax hits, my legs shaking in response as my lower half burns. It's so damn hot. So incredibly powerful. So electrifying.

I feel alive.

Yet I can hardly breathe.

And Reaper… he's still touching me. Stroking me. Inside and out.

I grab his wrist.

But he doesn't release me.

It's maddening. I can't… It's too sensitive. It's…

I gasp, my orgasm seeming to tumble into a second as Reaper masterfully plays my body.

All with one hand.

Two fingers.

His thumb.

Fae…

His name leaves me on another scream, my back arching as I lose myself to this dark oblivion. I'm panting. I'm shaking. I'm crying.

But I don't want it to stop.

I want to live in this blissful state for eternity. It's overwhelming in the best way. And it's so much better than being alone.

Reaper's caress is deeper. His fingers are more skilled. And the pressure he applies to my sensitive bud is everything.

"One more, pet," he says, his teeth dragging across my earlobe. "I need you to give me one more."

I don't know what he means.

I'm still coming.

I haven't stopped.

Or maybe I have and I just can't feel any semblance of sanity anymore.

Whatever it is, I'm lost to it.

My nails dig into his wrist as my hips press back into his. A shudder works through me. He's so hard. So big. And right there.

I'm tempted to reach out and touch him, to feel the cock I saw yesterday in that shower.

But Reaper does something to my clit that has me seeing stars.

Did he just pinch me?I marvel.

It hurt for a split second before rapturous energy stole my breath.

And now… now I'm flying.

All while Reaper murmurs praise in my ear.

"That's it, beautiful."

"You're doing so well."

"Keep riding my hand."

"Just like that, pet."

"Fuck, you're amazing."

"I'm keeping you forever."

I shiver, that last statement sounding like a dream and a threat all wrapped up in a seductive male voice.

Warmth bleeds through me, my chest aching from the sensual onslaught.

I need to breathe.

To stretch my tingly limbs.

To fall into a deep slumber.

But just as my eyes close, I feel Reaper's fingers against my lips, his touch wet as he paints my mouth.

My eyes fly open. Is he…?

"Taste yourself," he whispers, confirming my suspicions as he pushes his fingers inside to touch my tongue.

I tremble, the sinful flavor one I've never indulged in.

"Describe it to me," he demands. "Tell me what your pussy tastes like, pet."

I quiver, his wicked request doing something to me.

I want to obey him.

And more, I want to entice him.

Return the favor of his words with sensual ones of my own.

I suck his fingers deeper into my mouth and twirl my tongue around the tips, a soft groan rumbling inside me. Then I slowly release him and tilt my head so I can see him from the corner of my eye.

It's so early that the sun hasn't risen yet.

But his silver-blue irises are practically glittering in the dark.

"Sweet," I tell him softly. "I taste sweet. Like the strawberry cupcakes. But there's a subtle hint of something tangy, too."

He grins. "A perfect treat." He catches my chin before I can react and pulls me into a kiss.

My back is still to his front, but he's balancing on his elbow and leaning over me so I'm not straining my neck.

Which is a good thing, as this is my first kiss. Maybe he knows that. Maybe he doesn't. Regardless, he's making sure I enjoy it.

He doesn't rush. He simply presses his lips to mine for a long, sensual moment.

Then his tongue gently slips into my mouth to tentatively deepen our embrace.

I shiver, goose bumps dancing along my nape.

Because I can feel his restraint. It's written into the hard lines of his torso and the taut muscles pressing up against me.

His body resembles granite.

Inflexible and stiff.

Yet he's also hot. Like lava rock.

His grip on my chin disappears, his fingers traveling to lock in my hair as he pulls me even tighter against him.

His kiss is hungrier now, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth as he silently demands that I accept this new pace.

I learn from his movements, mimic them as I can, and allow him to guide me into this erotic dance.

It feels good. It feels right.

Like the pleasure below, I never want it to end.

Alas, after what feels like hours of passion, Reaper pulls back, his gaze catching mine. "You're right, pet. You do taste like strawberry cupcakes."

He brushes his lips against mine again, leaving me eager for more.

"I can't wait to dine between your thighs, Alina. It'll be fucking divine." He kisses the edge of my mouth. "But you're going to need something to eat before we try that. Because once I start, I won't stop until you pass out. And even then, I'll probably keep going just so I can watch you come again the moment you regain consciousness."

My eyes widen.

I'm not sure if that sounds glorious or terrifying.

"Stay right here, pet. I'll go grab your reward for being such a good girl for me."

I blink at him. "The orgasms weren't my reward?"

He chuckles. "No, darling. Those orgasms were for me. The cupcakes will be for you."

I'm not given a chance to react to that.

Because in the next instant, he's gone.