Page 13 of Little Music of Night

“Christy,” Ray rasped. “I’m sorry, we’ve been watching?—”

“He is not sorry,” I bit out, thrusting hard enough his words melted into a groan. “He’s not sorry at all. I fucked him last night and he came as he watched you like a helpless little bitch.”

Her cheeks turned red. “Don’t be so cruel.”

I laughed, my voice echoing as if we were on stage. “My darling, you do not know cruel.Cruelis finding the one person who could free you and then realizing they cannot even see you.”

She scowled. “I didn’t know about monsters. You cannot be angry at me for that.”

Ray reached across the bed toward her, and to my surprise, her fingers laced with his. Just seeing the touch was enough to send me into a frenzy, however innocent it was. My limbssnapped and my body stretched until I was a horrific monster, but Christy did not gaze upon me with fear.

I caught her scent and hissed, pumping my hips harder, faster. The bed squeaked beneath us as Ray took me, all while holding her hand.How preciousthey would be together.

Ray whimpered, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. I looped a claw there, tugging until he arched back onto all fours, his shoulder muscles rippling with strength. He rarely slipped into his more phantom-like form, but I wished he would now. I wished he would show her just how awful we both were.

Christy’s throat bobbed as she watched us, her breaths shortening as her scent of lust became stronger. Shelikedwatching us. And maybe it was a good sign she hadn’t run off yet.

Yet.

With a roar, I gave one final thrust and came inside Ray, pumping every drop of seed into him until I was satisfied. I pulled out slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. I could not look away, and she was just as enamored. A little fly caught in our web.

I rounded the bed, not shrinking despite being a monster. I wanted her to see all of me, every part. I wanted the horrifying image of me to be seared into her memory.

She looked up, her head tilting back. Her lashes were so long and dark, dipped in ink. All of her luscious dark brown curls were drawn back into a bun, and I wished to free them. I wanted to see them tumble over her shoulders onto her breasts.

I breathed deeply and then paused, catching the scent of alcohol. “Are you inebriated?” I asked.

“I had a couple glasses of champagne, yes.”

I sighed, allowing my form to slowly shift back into a more human one. We would not touch her tonight then, and perhaps that was for the best.

“Why do you both wear masks?” she asked. “Even when you become . . .”

“A monster?” Ray asked, glaring at me as he pushed off the bed.

I snorted at him. “Don’t tell me you’re angry with me.”

Ray shoved me toward the wall. “We will return.Clothed.Drink some water, Christy, and then we can talk. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

My mate shoved me through the walls, then the floor, and then down to our cavern. He was angry, oh yes. We landed hard against our bed and he straddled me, hissing in my face. His face stretched, his teeth sharpening, eyes turning black. It excited me.

“What is wrong with you?” he snarled.

“It was your idea to fuck in her bed,” I said simply. “You did not use our safe word.”

“Well I didn’t want it to stop, but that wastoo far.”

“Was it?” I leaned up, nipping his bottom lip. He pushed me back down with a demanding growl, and now I smiled at him. “She held your hand while I fucked you. Wasn’t that sweet? So darling.”

“We’re supposed to court her,” he said, clearly exasperated. “Court her and show her that she is meant to be ours. Not frighten her.”

“She was not frightened, she was aroused.”

“Her heart was pounding.”

“Yes, and? Our hearts do the same when we’re fucking like wild animals.”