The Rise of Monsters: Angelus Book One

by Brianna Jean

  “Your brothers…” I argued as his arms caged me in, his big ass body coming flush with mine. The erection in his joggers was rock solid, inviting, so utterly tempting. The muscles that made up his chest were flexed and tight. He was ripped, shredded, completely fucking lethal. Tattoos covered his chest. Demons, fire, a man crouched—as if he were praying—before an altar. The pictures were vivid and haunted.

  “Are your mates. They will not fault you for this. This is the arrangement.” His voice came out like the winds I created a few hours ago. Fierce, determined, unhinged.

  “You fucked someone else today,” I said, remembering, feeling my fangs start to vibrate beneath my gums. They were right there, ready to come out and play, but I held them back. I didn’t know much about my power, but I did know that as soon as I let it loose, there was no bringing it back in until it was satiated. I would be a slave to the hunger; I would mark my territory.

  He leaned in, his mouth right at my ear.

  “Take.” He licked a line up the shell, his breath soft.

  “What.” He bit my earlobe, his fangs shredding through his gums.

  “You.” His hand came up to squeeze the flesh of my hips, pulling me to him. I bit back a moan, slipping further into lust.

  “Want.” He spun us, lifted, and threw me onto the bed.

  I did.

  Fangs out, I flipped on to my knees and used my new strength to launch myself at him, no longer holding back. I hit his chest with a hard connection, but he was stone, ready for everything I had to give him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and molded myself to his body.

  Then he kissed me.

  I was somewhere else, someone else, as darkness enveloped us. Power, stronger than I’d ever felt it, slithered up our bodies, twisting its way up our legs, chest, arms, until finally we were coated in raw strength. I felt it changing us, solidifying our connection.

  I kissed him back.

  His lips were hard and demanding, entirely consuming. I couldn’t think beyond the sharp taste of his tongue. Dark chocolate, black coffee, whiskey straight from the bottle. He was exquisite.

  He groaned, his hands gripping my waist, his dick hard under my ass as it tented his joggers. His lips were heroine and I was addicted. He was claiming me, leaving no stone unturned as he memorized my mouth.

  I hated our position. I wanted him naked and sweaty on top of me. I wanted to feel more, touch more, see more. I needed fucking more.

  He pulled back, fangs on display. “I’m going to fuck you now, my little Vixen, and it’s going to be hard, quick, and totally fucking satisfying.”

  And then he bit me.

  His fangs sank into the flesh on my neck, and I lost all coherent thought. I felt him start to walk us toward the bed, but I couldn’t have cared less. This time, I could feel the venom as it leaked into my system.

  A drug, a weapon, a new sensation.

  This was all new.

  I’d had sex before, plenty of it—more than most girls—but I never, ever in my life, had felt the kind of bliss that came from Lanier’s venom.

  My back hit the mattress, and I flew into action. I tore my head away from his vicious bite and flipped him over so that I was on top.

  I threw his shirt over my head and thanked the fucking Lord I wasn’t wearing a bra. I reached down and grabbed the back of his head. His eyes were pure liquid silver, rolling and turning as he took in the sight of my exposed flesh.

  He looked like he wanted to eat me.

  And I was going to let him.

  I pulled his head to my chest, placing my tits in his face and moaned, “Harder.”

  He obliged.

  His fangs sank into the flesh on my left breast, and I bucked. “Fuck!”

  I was loud, I was out of control, I was high as hell.

  He let out a groan that was all man, all alpha, and way too fucking sexy. His hands danced up my sides, pulling and kneading at my flesh. A finger tweaked my nipple, and I cried out, not prepared for the sensation.

  My hips began to move on their own accord, seeking out the friction I needed to get off. I chased my orgasm to the breaking point before Lanier released me with a snarl, flipping us so that I was beneath him.

  It took no time at all, but I was pissed he took away my prize. “You fucking asshole.”

  “I’ll make that pussy weep, Vix, but not until its tears are soaking my dick. Now bite me.” Gone was the man who blamed himself for his father’s death, and in his place was a monster who faced demons head on. He let go of his control while still holding it with both hands.

  Oh, I was going to bite him alright.

  I flipped us again, regaining my position on top.

  “I think I want to make a bit of a mess first,” I replied, my voice foreign and seductive. He was my prey, my salvation, my own personal treat.

  I felt my hands change when the power within me recognized my intention. White claws replaced my black painted fingernails. The color was almost opal, sparkly and clean.

  Not for long.

  I ran a sharp claw down his naked chest, and he hissed, watching his flesh part beneath my fingers. I slid my body down his, licking up the train of blood that flowed from the gaping scratch that started on his pec and traveled deep into his defined abs.

  Over and over I sliced him, and each time he got harder, more desperate, until it was his turn to grind against me. I was covering the lower half of his body with mine, his top half filthy with blood and sweat, his face showing that he was lost in the bloodlust.

  Needing to see him in all his glory, I retracted my claws, wiggled down his legs, and slipped my hands beneath the waistline of his pants, groaning as the muscles in his thighs flexed under my fingers.

  With shaking hands, I continued to drag the fabric down his legs, releasing my fangs so I could bring the mess to the lower half of his body.

  I met his eye and smirked. I was going to have fun with this.

  Placing my hands on his left thigh, I leaned down and bit hard and fast, spreading my own venom in his system. “Jesus fuck, Annalise.”

  His tone was hot enough to make my pussy clench and my senses flow into overdrive. His face was drenched in exquisite bliss and endless torture. He was loving it. I got up and stood on the floor near the end of the bed, yanking his pants off the rest of the way. I drank in the sight of him naked on the bed, covered in blood and sweat, open for my hands to explore.

  I looked down at his dick and chuckled, shaking my head. “Magnificent.”

  “Magnificent, huh?” he questioned, flying from the bed to stand in front of me. He gripped a fist full of my hair and yanked me toward him. I moaned, my eyes rolling back. He was commanding and dominant, brutal and fucking beautiful. His chest covered in blood, his fangs still leaking that mouthwatering drug. Magnificent didn’t even begin to cover it.

  I looked up at him through my lashes, a wicked smile on my lips. My tongue traced my fangs, giving him a silent warning…the only warning I would issue tonight.

  “Do it,” he ground out and shoved me to the ground. His hips already bucking of their own accord, his dick jumping at the sight of me on my knees before him.

  He didn’t have to tell me twice.

  I gripped his cock in my hands, long, thick, two sexy veins visible for me to see. He was fucking perfect.

  I pumped him once, twice, as he moaned and grabbed the sides of my head and pushed forward, forcing me to either open my mouth or take a full face of dick. I opened my mouth.

  I relaxed my jaw.

  I sucked him in.

  And then I bit down.

  Right at the base of his cock where his balls met his shaft, my fangs broke skin.

  The sound he made was capable of ending wars, sending people fleeing from his power. “FUCK!”

  The battle cry ripped from his throat, a feral warning to the enemy that he was powerful and out for fucking revenge.

  But this wasn’t his battle, it was mine.

  I fought him for
control, even on my knees. I may have been beneath him, but down there, I was the queen of his pleasure. I gave what I wanted to give and nothing more. It just so happened that I wanted to hear him scream.

  I drank from the sensitive spot, swirling my tongue along the underside of his dick, sucking fiercely.

  He was a fucking mess.

  He couldn’t move, the sensation too much for him to handle. I inwardly smiled—I had him fucking paralyzed.

  When I felt satisfied, I retracted my fangs, ready to play, to get him inside me, to fuck the tension out of my system.

  Pulling him out of my mouth, I pumped twice, getting my hand slick with my own saliva, and went right back in. Sucking, licking, gagging on his cock.

  His breathing continued to get harder, more forced, until he was outright panting. Losing control.

  I licked a slow line up the underside of his dick, my wet hand cupping his balls, playing with them as he fucked my mouth. Through clenched teeth, he gritted out, “Annalise, I’m going to fucking come if you don’t stop.”

  I looked up at him and knew in that moment, I would give him everything if he asked me to. He was powerful and strong, alpha and unwavering. To anyone else, he would be terrifying, but to me he was a challenge, a conquest.

  And for now, he was mine.

  I’d proven my point, and now I wanted to be fucked.

  I smiled around his dick, giving one last luscious lick, making him moan that sexy fucking sound.

  I stood before him and walked my fingers up his chest. “Where do you want me?”

  My smile was dark, my energy even darker.

  This was the moment. I tasted him, I had his scent tattooed on my flesh, held his cock in my hands, but soon he would be inside me. He would burn me from the inside out and change me forever.

  By sealing this deal with him, I was giving the other guys permission. We would fuck—all of us.

  Maybe even together.

  But we would be a unit outside of the bedroom as well—I’d make sure of it.

  The only way to survive this bond was to listen to it, but that didn’t mean that once the sex was over, we had to ignore each other. We had a fucking job to do, and I was going to make sure it was a group effort. All in, all out.

  Lanier’s smile was sin, dark, dangerous.

  “I want you everywhere,” he replied, moving quicker than any Human could. I was in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in less than a second. He spun me and pushed me into the glass, my ass facing him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Vix, you ready?”

  I didn’t know why he wanted to do it in front of the window, but I wasn’t going to question it.

  “I’ve been ready, Stony, fuck me.”

  I was about two seconds from forcing his dick inside me all by myself, desperate for friction, dripping wet for my release.

  He used two hands to rip the joggers, along with the boxers, clean off my body and let out a guttural groan.

  I was now standing naked in front of him, pushed up against the windows. He stepped back for a moment to appreciate the smooth cream of my skin. I looked over my shoulder to find his eyes trailing my body with heated intention. “As much as I love the sight of you in my clothes, I like you much better without them.”

  His fangs bit down on my left ass cheek, forcing me to arch my back, a moan falling from my lips. No doubt that the guys downstairs could hear everyfuckingthing.

  He pulled off me. “You’re fucking flawless, Anna.”

  I closed my eyes, knowing he was giving me a warning without saying a word.

  This was going to be hard.

  It was going to hurt.

  He was going to spill blood.

  No real foreplay, no fingering, no sucking my pussy dry, his dick slammed home.

  “Ahhh!” I cried, my breath falling out of my mouth with no hope for returning. I had no hope for air against his assault.

  He dicked me down, hard, fast, brutal.

  His balls slapped against my clit, that beautiful friction making a blinding return. I couldn’t see straight; I couldn’t feel anything but his dick hitting my cervix. Branding me, painting me red. I felt his fangs against my back.

  “So fucking sweet,” he moaned out, running the venom coated tips down my spine. “You’re fucking tight, Vix, has no one ever fucked this pussy right?”

  I couldn’t respond—I was gutted. His dick took me to new heights.

  Then his wrist appeared in front of my face, and my eyes narrowed on the vein pulsing deep. My mouth watered in anticipation.

  “Take what you want,” he growled, shoving my head toward his arm.

  I did.

  I bit through flesh and landed right where I wanted to be.

  I was getting brutally fucked from behind, my monster coming out to feed on the extremely confident, completely fucking delicious man behind her.

  As I drank, I felt his hand come down between my open legs, his long fingers flicking my clit, squeezing, fucking, destroying my most sensitive place until I was a sloppy fucking mess for him.

  “Lanier—” I panted. I was so close.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.” He drove his hips deeper, harder, slamming me into the glass window. I let go of his arm to hold myself up. I was meeting him thrust for thrust now, fully engaged in the battle for our orgasms.

  I wanted him sloppy for me. I wanted his cum, his moans, his everything.

  Fuck.

  His everything.

  My heart screamed at the thought, the bond yanking between us as it tried to connect us on a deeper level. A more intimate level.

  I shut it down, focusing on the feeling—every sensation, every swipe of his hips. The soft hair on his legs brushing up against my thighs, the rough grip of his hands on the top of my ass, the sounds he made in my ear.

  He was feral.

  I was new, changed, completely fucking addicted.

  “Now!” he shouted, slamming home and going stone still.

  He pinched my clit between his fingers, and I shattered.

  I came in an explosion of color, a swirl of darkness, an earth-shattering wave of pleasure. I cried out, throwing my head back and losing control of my limbs. His weight came down on me as he, too, fought through his orgasm. I felt his cum inside me, branding me. We were both breathing hard, unrestrained and mind blown.

  As we came back down, I tried to hold in my smile but totally fucking failed, I could see it reflecting back at me through the window.

  His forehead came to rest on my back, his tongue licking up a bead of sweat that began to roll down my spine. “What are you smiling about, Vix?”

  I chuckled a little. “That was so fucking good.”

  He laughed then, shaking his head against my skin. “Isn’t that my line?”

  I moved forward, letting him fall out of me. We didn’t use a condom, he came inside of me, and he just fucked someone else.

  I was on the pill, so I wasn’t worried about babies, but…

  “You’re immortal, and we don’t get sick,” he replied to my thoughts, somehow understanding exactly what I was thinking.

  Instantly, my good mood vanished. “I can’t believe I just fucked you, knowing that you had your dick in someone else less than five hours ago.”

  His face fell into a scowl, his hair dried messily against his head. His face was wet with sweat, his chest bloody as hell. “No, Annalise, you didn’t just fuck me. You took what you wanted—you claimed me. For as long as this bond exists between us, you have unlimited access to me. And I, the lucky guy I am, have unlimited access to the total fucking heaven between your thighs.”

  I wanted to be mad at him, so badly, but the bond seemed satisfied, content. I had no anger left. I honestly did feel like I claimed a part of him—like for now, he really was mine.

  “Next time though,” he began, leaning forward to press a searing kiss against my lips. He reached up to pull on my bottom lip. “Next time, I’ll be claiming you. I’ll spend my time kissing both sets
of lips, drinking in your scent, your flavor, your sounds. You asked me to trust you, Annalise, and that was me asking you to trust me. I made a mistake, I hurt you, and I didn’t like a single fucking second of it. You have the power here, but so do I.”

  I thought about that for a moment before my smile was back. “I’m surprised you let yourself be claimed.”

  I walked past him, heading for the bathroom.

  He flew forward and slapped my ass, hard, causing me to yelp and turn around—ready to let him have it—but then he winked and said, “Me too.”

  Well, fuck.

  “For fuck’s sake, get up.”

  Someone kicked the couch, and my eyes flew open. I sat up immediately to find Cabe moving to sit on the chair, his eyes hard and annoyed.

  Then I heard her scream.

  I flew from the couch, ready to lunge for the stairs when he spoke, “Don’t.”

  I whipped my head to him. “She just fucking screamed, you—”

  “Listen!” he yelled before his head fell into his hands.

  I did.

  Moaning. Screaming. Sex.

  My stomach dropped, my beast bucked and thrashed.

  She was fucking my best friend.

  It was happening, in real time, in real life, in a real situation where there would be consequences and questions and answers that none of us had.

  She fucked him first? Lanier? Of all fucking people.

  “Don’t go up there,” Cabe said, agony lacing his tone. “This is good, it just fucking sucks at the same time.”

  I roared, “Good? How in Hades’ tits is this fucking good?”

  “Because he’s taking the step we were both too pussy to take,” he shouted back, standing up and shoving his hands in his hair. “He just laid a bomb on us, admitting that he believes she’s our mate. And now he’s proving it. Don’t forget, she feels him too. She told you she was going to the bathroom and somehow ended upstairs in his room. His feelings were probably all over the place, you know what this bond means to him, and she must have gone up to check on him.”

  “Yeah, okay, and now they’re fucking? How did we go from simply agreeing to all this to full-fledged dick sucking in less than an hour?”