Sleeping with Monsters (Playing with Monsters Book 2)

by Amelia Hutchins

  Fuck this.

  I whispered a spell, but nothing happened. I chanted it inside my head, over and over, as tears began to slide down my temples into my ears. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me? You won’t get away with this shit,” I warned.

  “Don’t worry, we won’t do nothing you wouldn’t like, pretty kitty,” Spyder murmured as he emerged from the shadows, as if he’d been there watching the entire time. “The others are already on their way. She’s already hot, don’t want to keep her waiting, now do we, gentlemen?”

  Chapter 10

  I thrashed around, fighting to get away from them until Lucian called Adam over. I paused, glaring at the man who no longer concealed the telltale markings that identified him. His tricolored eyes slowly moved over my exposed breasts. His smile was sinfully beautiful as he sat beside me, and slowly and lightly caressed my ribs with one large hand, leisurely exploring. I chewed my lip as I felt his hands, sending shockwaves through me.

  “Get on with it, but get your fucking hands off of her,” Lucian growled in warning.

  “You want her to stop fighting, I need to touch her. This shit doesn’t work through the air like that for me. I’m not Ryder. I just transitioned less than a year ago, so if you want her mindless with need so she agrees with what you want from her, back off. Or find someone else. I’m not exactly on board with this as it is, because the whole consent thing is sort of out the window with this crap,” Adam said, not touching me until Lucian nodded.

  “For what has to be done here, it is consent enough.” Lucian gave him a ‘get on with it’ gesture.

  “You son of a bitch!” I cried as I put it together. Adam was Fae, but not just any Fae. His tricolored eyes and pulsing brands said he was royal Fae, and royal Fae could fucking make you do anything they wanted. “Don’t you do it!” I shouted, but his hands skimmed my sides, sliding over them, and my eyes rolled back as pleasure tore through me. I lifted my back, fighting to remember why I was struggling. I shook my head, screaming profanities and fought against the ropes.

  “Damn, she’s fierce,” Adam murmured as he pulled his hand back and I growled. “I’m going to need to kiss her, because she’s not letting me in. It’s going to take more than my touch.”

  “Try again,” Lucian ordered, pushing the hair away from my face as he watched me with an impassive look in his eyes, as if he was trying to detach emotionally from what he was ordering Adam to do to me.

  “I’m going to rip you apart, asshole! Let me go!”

  “And let him get to you again? I’d rather cut my dick off,” Lucian smirked. “Which isn’t happening,” he clarified when I grinned ferally at his answer. “You like my dick.”

  “I’ve never even had your dick to know if I like it or not!” I growled back at him.

  “I’m about to remedy that,” he murmured as he watched me.

  I felt both of Adam’s hands caressing me and I screamed in frustration as I fought the Fae, hating that it was taking everything I had to hold his touch away from my mind so he couldn’t do whatever the fuck it was they did. I was winning, right up until Lucian leaned over as his hand slid into my panties and his mouth brushed against mine.

  I yelped, moaning against him as my struggles to keep him at bay faded and my need for him grew to an explosive level. I whimpered as his fingers flicked my sex, pulling growls from every man in the room, as if somehow they knew what he had done. I felt Adam’s fingers as they caressed my nipples. Lucian released my mouth, and my eyes struggled to remain open.

  “Fucking hell,” Adam groaned as he pulled away as if I was a fire, one he’d ignited and couldn’t put out. “She’s a spitfire,” he muttered as he scrubbed his hand down his face as if he was trying to ignore the tent in his pants, and I wanted it, I wanted them all.

  “No, no please,” I begged. “I’m going to rip your cock off, asshole.” I lunged at Lucian, and no one had expected it. I bashed my head against his, catching him off guard, and he smirked, the motherfucker smirked at me!

  “Jesus,” Adam whispered and moved off of the bed, probably trying to avoid getting his head butted too.

  “That’s…unexpected, but fun,” Spyder smirked, sitting on the side Adam had just vacated. His hands touched my navel, gently tugging on the dangling piercing. He moved, sliding to where my head was, and sat behind me. I smelled sage and other things burning as candlelight bathed the room in its glow. He pulled my hair away from my face, rolling it under my head as I rolled my eyes to watch him. “I want to fuck you, what do you think about that? In fact, we all do, kitty. Think you can take us? Maybe tag-team a few of us?”

  “Let’s start with your cock in my mouth so I can swallow it after I bite it off, asshole!” I cried as I tried to slam my head back against him, but he caught it, lifting me; in fact, they all moved together as if they’d just been waiting for his cue, pushing me up so he could sneak behind me as others readjusted the ropes that held me. Spyder cradled my body with his, holding my back against his naked chest as Lucian watched us through hooded eyes.

  “I see why you like her,” Spyder purred against my ear. “Adam, kiss the bitch so we can move this along, yeah?”

  “No,” I whimpered, moving my head from side to side as tears dropped unchecked. “Lucian.” There was nothing in his eyes, only anger as he watched me beg him. “I didn’t fuck him! I thought it was you I was with!” I shouted hoarsely, which caused everyone to pause and look at me. “It was supposed to be you.”

  “It doesn’t fucking matter who you thought you were with. You fucked the devil, and you know what happens when you let him in? He doesn’t stop—he can pull you into purgatory, fuck you and you end up pregnant because of it. He can slit your fucking throat and it’s over, you die. So this? This is happening. You are mine, and he won’t get to you again, ever. Understand? Be a good girl, kiss the pretty boy. I told you, I’m not your fucking fairytale, I’m your nightmare.”

  “I’m not yours and I will never be, asshole,” I whimpered and my head was turned, and Adam was there, seizing my lips as I pushed myself backwards, only to feel Spyder’s erection as Adam claimed my mouth. He didn’t just kiss; he fucked with his tongue, dipping it in, slowly caressing mine until I was leaning against Spyder, and rubbing my ass over his thick cock as if I was inviting him to play. When Adam pulled away, I groaned, whining from the loss of the heat he’d given me, only to take it away.

  “She’s ready now, she won’t fight it anymore,” he murmured with something akin to sadness in his eyes. “You fucking owe me, remember that. Next time, leave us out of whatever the fuck this is. Not sure what calls for this many half-dressed dudes and one dainty female, no matter how strong her mind is.” Adam turned and looked angrily at Lucian before he shook his head and seemed to vanish from the room.

  “Good kitty,” Spyder purred as his hands released their hold on my waist to squeeze my breasts as he kissed my ear. I moaned, never looking away from Lucian, as if my life depended on keeping eye contact with him.

  Lucian glanced away and moved to the table, leaving me alone with Spyder as the others gathered around the table, adding something to a goblet. Spyder’s fingers continued to pinch my nipples, tugging on them as I closed my eyes and dropped my head against him as I inhaled the smell of him and the room. Masculinity mixed with magic. Spyder didn’t stop; he held me there as I struggled to open my eyes as I saw the other men, one by one accepting a dagger that slowly moved around the table. Each made a small slice in their palm and blood dripped into the goblet, until the dagger reached Lucian, who made his offering and brought the cup to Spyder. He glared down at Spyder, who growled as he played with my breasts.

  “Give your hand to me,” Lucian ordered, and Spyder lazily extended his hand out, even though Lucian held a wicked looking blade in his hand, which he drew across Spyder’s palm until I could see his blood, glistening like ru
bies as it dropped into the goblet. After a moment, Spyder pulled his hand back and I couldn’t see a single mark on it as it descended to torment my nipples again. He was keeping me in the moment, locking me into whatever the Fae had done to me, making me want his cock even though I only wanted to hurt him, or them.

  Lucian settled between my legs, pushing them further apart to accommodate his wide frame. He took a generous sip from the goblet and I could see the blood on his lips, blood that was contributed from every man in the room. Lucian touched the rim of the goblet to my lips. “Drink,” he ordered softly, and it was a compulsion I couldn’t ignore. The taste exploded on my tongue, not of a coppery tang, but of erotic musk, wine, sage and a hint of frankincense.

  He then dipped his finger into the goblet and as his eyes captured mine, he slowly withdrew the bloodied digit and began making markings on my stomach as chanting erupted in the room. I swallowed as magic slithered over my flesh and my body heated. I shut my eyes as my head sagged against Spyder, who kissed my neck as he chanted huskily along with the others.

  My eyes opened as I felt my panties being torn off, and a whimper of fear left my throat as I discovered Lucian painting the scrap of cloth with their blood. He watched me as I watched his hand, his thumb grazing my clitoris, and I cried out as Spyder’s hands moved to the backs of my thighs, holding me open to Lucian as he continued drawing runes over my body.

  “Naked little pussy,” Spyder growled, his hot breath fanning my ear as Lucian moved around, making his markings. “Bet you taste like you need to be fucked—taste her for us,” he demanded as Lucian’s gaze moved over my shoulder. Was that anger in his eyes? He didn’t like them seeing me like this, or he didn’t like Spyder giving him orders? Fuck him. The next words from Lucian’s lips stunned me.

  “She tastes like chaos, mixed with the beginning of a storm. She fucks like a hurricane, wild with need so raw and demanding that she cannot be match. And when she comes, she roars like a fucking beast killing its prey. And when she breaks apart, she’s a beautiful fucking mess. Find your own; she’s mine.”

  “She’s ours now, Lucian,” Spyder corrected, slipping his hands closer to my sex as he pushed his fingers through the heated folds, which were wet, but it wasn’t from him. His finger pushed into my depths and I arched for him, needing release. I felt Spyder shiver behind me as he pulled his finger out of my body and once again slid it through the slick folds as Lucian watched us. Lucian and his fucking words, the man slayed me. “You want us to guard her, you know the cost. You know what it will take to protect her from him, and we have no reason to want her to keep breathing, except you. Take it or leave it, because there’s no other way around it. Lucifer is going to know what we did; he didn’t think you’d do this because you don’t like to share. If we don’t use it all, he will get to her again. Decide.”

  Midnight eyes held mine and he nodded. I felt them all getting closer, even with the Fae haze mixed with the spell being cast upon my skin. I didn’t want them in me; my body wasn’t something to share. I didn’t care what he did, as long as he didn’t let them have me.

  I watched as Lucian slid onto his belly and began kissing my flesh as the others moved closer, and I struggled to understand what was happening. I felt their mouths touching me, licking my stomach and breasts as Lucian latched on to my pussy and I cried out, sensing Spyder would join soon, even though he alone kept me upright as the multitude of sensations threatened to make me explode. I felt his mouth licking my shoulder as I held eyes with Lucian. Spyder bit into my shoulder and I screamed; pain burned and then, just as fast as it started, it turned to pleasure.

  The others joined in nipping and biting and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lucian as his smile turned sexy as he licked my clit. I gasped as I realized what he intended to do; even as he nibbled at my slick pussy, he was watching me with them. Only they weren’t fucking me, they were biting me and sending something into my system. Layton moved in close to my sex, and I caught a glimpse of fang just before he struck. As each one licked and bit me, the site where they bit flared and sent erotic sparks shooting through my entire body.

  I felt Spyder release his hold, even as he moved slightly, sending my limp body falling against him until someone else grabbed me. Then he was back, opening my jaw as he held the goblet to my lips.

  “Drink, or I’ll ruin this ass,” Spyder growled. “It’s tempting me with how sweet it is, and I’m not sure you wouldn’t enjoy me fucking it hard.” I struggled against him, but he laughed. “Aww, kitty, you inviting me to fuck it?” He pushed his hard cock against my back, holding me against him as the others started licking my body in one brutal assault, sending my body spiraling over the edge as Spyder held me through the orgasm.

  I felt Lucian’s teeth against my thigh, close to my sex and I came undone as Spyder continued to hold me through it, even as Lucian released my skin to go back to working my pussy with his dangerous tongue. Spyder’s hand slid down, parting my flesh that Lucian was ravishing, slowly working his fingers against my clitoris. “You feel my cock?” Spyder murmured against my ear. “It wants to be buried in that tightness. You’d let me fuck it, too, wouldn’t you?” The goblet was back, resting against my lower lip, waiting.

  “Drink, now,” Lucian growled as he nibbled my clit, sucking it as the orgasm subsided. I opened my mouth with a moan and drank what Spyder poured down my throat. I gagged and yet I continued swallowing until the last dregs were gone, licking my lips clean as Lucian smirked, his husky laughter vibrating against my body. When I’d finished swallowing the remaining potion, my body heated until sweat pooled between my breasts. I trembled as my body shook, as the men backed off, and stood around the bed, waiting. “Good girl, now tell me who you belong to and fucking mean it.”

  Spyder’s lips brushed the back of my neck softly, his fingers departed from my pussy and he slowly moved away from me as Lucian loomed larger than life over me. His eyes drilled into mine as the meaning of his words hit me. Him or Lucifer, those were my choices.

  “You,” I whispered without hesitation. His mouth touched mine as his cock pressed against my opening.

  “You are mine now until forever,” he growled as he watched me tremble. His mouth curved into a devilish grin as he pushed inside of me as his men witnessed what he was doing. “Say it.” He rocked his hips as a loud moan of anticipation left my lips.

  “I am yours, Lucian,” I moaned, dropping my head as he pushed deeper into my body. I cried out as he filled me, not caring about the audience surrounding us. “Now, until forever, I am yours, Lucian.”

  “Good girl, now scream it so you never forget it,” he demanded, pushing in hard as he ripped the ropes free and pushed my legs against my chest as he fucked me. I screamed as I felt him inside of me. He was claiming ownership, but it wasn’t just of my body; he wanted every single part of me, including my soul. My very essence.

  His men began chanting again and I detonated, my back arching off the bed as I felt them there with us, as if they shared this intimate piece of us even though they hadn’t touched or joined in as he fucked my soul. Lucian grabbed my hair, flipping me over as he pushed my legs apart, pounding into me with his inhuman speed as they chanted faster and faster, until my head dropped, only for him to grab my hair and pull my head back until he claimed my mouth with his hungry kiss.

  Sex and magic filled the room. Dark sex mixed with black magic, and I had willingly agreed to be his, to be theirs. My mind was returning and I pushed back, joining into the foray that we called sex—and no, I didn’t give a shit if they watched me be dominated in the bedroom. I was on fire, and he was the fuel that burned inside of me. I turned over, slapping him as I pushed him down, earning a grin from him.

  “There’s my girl,” he growled as I slid slowly down his thick cock, leaning over to bite his lip as I growled my approval. I raked my nails down his chest and heard the men around us groaning as I
lifted and once again, slammed myself down until I exploded around his thick cock, only to be shoved down and captured against the bed as he smiled down on me. “Now, to punish you for not knowing the fucking difference, and to make sure you damn well never forget how I feel inside of you.”

  I wasn’t sure how many hours had passed, or how long we’d fucked, but I was sure I’d never forget it. I turned over, exhausted and sated, and stared at him with heavy eyes.

  “Such a naughty little girl, sweet Witch; you wanted them, didn’t you?” he murmured huskily, still hard and inside my body. “You’re mine. There’s no one who can reach you now, no one who can take you away from me. You can never run from me because I will find you. You. Are. Mine.”

  “Suck a dick,” I groaned.

  “That mouth of yours,” he laughed as he pushed in deeper. “It’s useful; let me show you what for.”

  * ~*~*

  I woke up sore as shit, unable to move. I groaned, pushing myself up off the bed, and looked around the room. I got to my feet, taking in my bedroom, blinking as I looked around it. It couldn’t have been a nightmare; nightmares didn’t leave you wincing when you walked, and damn, I was grimacing as I made my way into the bathroom.

  I finished with my bodily needs and stared at myself in this mirror. I pulled up the Hello Kitty pajamas and glared at the multitude of red marks from where they’d bitten me. Proof of what those assholes had done.

  Moving to the shower, I turned it on as I slowly got in and slid down the wall, where I sat and thought up ways to set them all on fire. There wasn’t one part of me that didn’t hurt, or at least ache. I remembered everything from last night. I quickly washed, using the new shampoo I had made, and then dressed in a skirt, without panties since I was too sore to even attempt them. I was going to fucking murder him.

  I made my way to the front room, fully intending to find my mother and explain what had happened last night. Only, the moment I reached the bottom of the stairs, she wasn’t there. They were. Lucian and his men smirked, cocky as shit as they watched my slow, painful gait.