Page 133 of My Monster's Song


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Dark, desperate, make it hurt, make it feel good.

She’s screaming.

I’m roaring.

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I blink open my eyes. The nest smells like sex, but the simmering heat in the air is gone. My cock is sore, my muscles ache, and I feel different but good. I stretch and hit warm skin.

When I tilt my head, I find Ronit sitting up in the bed; he’s got her curled up on his chest, and his eyes almost glow.

“What happened?” I murmur.

“Mei has a reverse heat. It drives the males into a rut. I’ve had a conversation with Diablos already. He was checking to make sure we all survived.”

I try to swallow that, but my throat is dry, and I end up coughing and choking on it. “Was there a question that we wouldn’t?”

Ronit just stares at me.

Shit.

He’s stroking her back, gently, openly showing how much he cares, how precious she is. I guess we’re all going to need to talk later.

I lift a hand to my head. “I feel…exhausted.”

The door opens, and Leaf walks in, all seven feet of him. He puts down a massive bag full of food and a tray of drinks.

“Where did you get that?” I ask, scratching my head but reaching for it because I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.

He raises an eyebrow. “I learned how to use the phone.”

Well, shit.

He passes the food out, and when I take it, his eyes gleam. Ronit takes his, then passes food to Canto, Lirin, and Reed.

Leaf’s grin gets really wide. I watch him as I bite into the bacon and egg roll.

“What is the smiling for?”

“Oh, nothing, just happy,” the dragon says suspiciously.

“Why?”

He pulls Mei off Ronit’s lap and into his arms, taking her out of the room. A few minutes later, I hear the shower running.

“Does anyone find it weird about how smug he was about the food?” I mutter suspiciously.

“I don’t even care, it tastes so good. I could eat another one,” Reed grumbles.

“There’s more in the bag on the counter,” Leaf shouts.

I cast another suspicious glare towards the bathroom and climb out of bed, taking my roll to the kitchen.

I have aches in places I didn’t know I had aches. I didn’t know it was possible to ache. How much sex did we have? And why am I irritated that I can’t remember it all?

A phone rings, and I reach for it, answering the call from Diablos.

“Is anyone hurt?”