Faint but unmistakable.
The barest hints of arousal.
Did she not bathe after our morning together? Or did she touch herself again, thinking of me?
My knees almost buckled.
The voices in my head demanded I take action.
And I was powerless to resist.
Before I knew what was happening, I was hovering over Jolie, my hand reaching out, lifting the hem of the dress, exposing her to me.
And she was bare.
Not just naked, butbare.
Goddess! I needed this girl, like I needed my next breath.
And the voices demanded I take her.
Claim her.
Make her ours.
She'd already shown us she wanted it. Wanted me. Wanted the monster.
Slowly, carefully, gently, my other hand reached over and slid between the petals of her pretty pussy.
I stifled a groan at what I found there.
My pretty little flower was wet. Ready for me.
Thatwas the last straw.
Without a second thought, I filled her tight, wet channel with a single digit and watched as she arched her back and let out a low, pleasure-filled moan.
A tremor crawled up my spine, sharp and certain, as her body softened around my touch.
There would be no turning back after this. No pretending I could keep her at a distance.
The thin thread of control I'd held onto was well and truly gone.
By the time the monster and I were done with Jolie, she would be ours.
Mine.
CHAPTER TEN
JOLIE
Something tugged me up from sleep. Too light to be sound, too heavy to be a dream. My mind surfaced before my eyes opened, as I floated in that strange middle place where nothing made sense yet.
The sheet was warm against my waist, my cheek stuck slightly to the pillow, breath slow and even.
Then the air shifted, and I felt it.
Full.
