Some Kind of Monster

by Albany Walker

  In the back of my mind, I know Grim or Gunnar could walk through the door at any moment, and that excites me even more. Locking his hand around my ankle, Calix pulls me to the edge of the table so my ass is perched right at the end. He hooks his foot around the leg of a chair and drags it over before taking a seat, positioning his face right up close and personal with my pussy, as if he’s about to sit down to a feast.

  The first brush of his lips has me letting out a soft moan. When his hands join in—one under my ass and the other over my pubic bone—I let my legs fall open. Reaching above my head, I grip the edge of the table. Calix’s tongue makes a long, lazy swipe up my center, and the rough texture against my soft skin has me squirming.

  “Sit still,” he growls, and tightens his grip on me. I think about telling him to shut up and get to work, but he slides his tongue inside me, and I do, in fact, sit still. My entire body freezes as every nerve ending in my body focuses on the spot between my legs.

  Holy fuck, it’s like having a hot as hell bullet vibrator teasing my opening and rolling up to my clit. “Oh, God!” I groan, as every muscle in my body relaxes. I don’t want to move an inch or do anything that would deprive me of the unbelievable sensation of his mouth between my legs.

  Calix hums, a sound of pure satisfaction. After only a few minutes of being under his swirling tongue, my body slowly starts to tense as an orgasm builds. He traces a circle around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches clear off the table. Hell, I would probably be floating if he didn’t have such a tight grip on my hips.

  My head starts to thrash from left to right as I tighten my knees around him. The chair screeches across the floor as Calix stands abruptly. He lifts my legs without taking his mouth off me and slides them over his shoulders. My upper back is the only part of me left on the tabletop.

  I can feel my heart thundering in my head, but I don’t give a fuck if I pass out as long as I get to come first. Calix leans forward, placing his palm on the table, and curls over me so I can see his eyes as he devours me. If I thought his eyes were glowing before, it was nothing compared to what’s happening right now. His normal hazel eyes are almost completely gold, like two glimmering topazes burning just for me. His free hand slides from my hip, over my stomach, and grabs my breast roughly, kneading the plump flesh. The dual sensations are too much and I cry out as my body spasms. My legs quake every time his tongue or lips touch my clit.

  I ride out the waves of pleasure as Calix lowers me to the table. I’m so blissed out I don’t even realize he lowered his pants, but I know it the moment he enters me in one deep thrust.

  My inner muscles milk him, greedy from my first orgasm. Our eyes meet, my gaze lazy on his. Calix’s mouth is parted, and his lips are wet with my juices. I reach up and grab him by the back of the neck and drag him down. I can taste my pussy on his lips and smell myself all over him, and I like it. Our tongues tangle, our teeth clashing in a bid to taste more of each other as he starts fucking me.

  He pulls back, gasping for breath, as he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes remain locked as he reaches for the edge of the table and uses it as leverage to go even deeper inside me. No words are spoken, but none are needed.

  My back is damp with sweat, so every pump of his hips has me sliding a little, as small moans leave my lips. Calix’s rhythm builds until his pace is almost frenzied, every slap of his hips creating a little tap against my clit. I rake my nails down his back and whisper, “Come for me.”

  “I can’t, not until you do.” His voice is almost pained, his jaw tight. Releasing my breast, he skates his fingers down my side and back to my ass. I pant as I feel the tip of his finger rimming my ass. He slows his thrusts just enough to gather my wetness to use as lube, then he pushes one finger inside me.

  Calix’s eyes close and he groans. “You’re squeezing me, sweetheart. So fucking tight.” My climax hits me hard and fast. I buck under Calix, my body reacting on its own.

  Calix pins me down harder and finds his own release within a few seconds of mine. His pace eventually slows, but he doesn’t stop grinding himself inside me for a good few minutes.

  My arms fall off his shoulders and land with a slap against the table. I’m spent. I don’t think I could get my legs to work even if I tried, but I’m not ready to put forth the effort. Calix pets my hair reverently, kissing my cheek and ear. “I fed you,” he mutters, possessive and dark. Hell yes, he can feed me anytime, especially if this is how it ends.

  “I’m pretty sure you do have a food kink, but you won’t hear a single complaint from me.” My voice comes out raspy, making we wonder just how loud I was.

  “You’re my only kink, sweetheart.” I let out a small sigh after his sweet words.

  Calix eventually helps me stand. My legs are a little wobbly, but nothing I can’t handle. “Oh, shit.” I cover my mouth with the back of my hand when I see the state of the kitchen. The four-person table is listing to the side. I bend over, and sure enough, one of the metal legs is all bent out of whack. That’s also when I see a broken plate of food on the floor, the syrup from the plate splashed up all over the lower cabinets.

  “I’m not cleaning that up!” I call out quickly, like I’m a child saying ‘not it.’

  “Who cares? Gunnar already broke the door—what’s a table?” I let Calix lead me from the mess. Neither of us bother with our discarded clothes; they probably have glass or syrup on them anyway.

  “Where is everyone?” I whisper, as he guides me into the room with my luggage.

  “Don’t worry, they didn’t go far.” He pats my bottom, urging me to the open suitcase. I grab a black shirt off the end of the bed, and as soon as it passes over my head, I know it’s Gunnar’s. It smells like him. I inhale deeply, bringing the fabric up to my nose.

  “Are they upset?”

  “No, get in bed.” Gunnar’s gruff voice has me turning toward the door. Calix disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.

  “Can we sleep in the other room? Kim has no fuck shui.”

  “You mean fung shui?” Gunnar arches one brow.

  “Uh-uh, I know what I mean.”

  “That’s my shirt.” Gunnar ignores my comment and saunters slowly over to me.

  “That a problem?” I grab the collar again, bringing it up to my nose to take another sniff. He grunts out a content sound, grabs my shoulder, and spins me so we’re heading out of the room and into the other.

  Chapter 12

  My heavy boots make clomping sounds as I stomp down the stairs. I’m already frustrated, and we haven’t even left Kim’s house yet. We spent the entire day with Torin again yesterday, and I don’t feel like he’s any closer to a decision about what he’s going to do with his pack than he was the first night.

  He’s eating, which could be a sign of something, but who fucking knows? He vacillates between desolate and crabby, favoring the latter when Kim is around.

  Adding to my pissy mood is the fact that I haven’t heard from Aeson since we arrived. Plus, Grim left this afternoon, and he still isn’t back, which makes me think that witchy fucker Antonio is up to no good.

  “What’s wrong, my lady?” Gunnar meets me at the bottom of the stairs, stopping me from going into the kitchen.

  I roll my eyes, but I’m no longer bothered by the honorific. My lips fall into a slight pout. “I feel like we’re running in circles. Well, not even running, but just… at a standstill or something. Yesterday was a complete bust, and we’re no closer to plucking out Antonio’s eyeballs.” I pinch my fingers together, miming squishing the tiny orbs.

  Gunnar tilts his head to the side and a half smile graces his lips. Stepping a little closer, he wraps his arms around my waist, hoists me up from the last step, and then turns to head toward the kitchen while carrying me. “Well, you accomplished something.” He slides his grip down to cup my ass and grinds his stiff dick against me. “You know what it does to me when you talk about maiming,” he coos against my ne
ck sweetly. He’s so easy to please.

  “Are you gonna eat this or not?” Calix grouses.

  Gunnar slides me slowly down his body before depositing me in one of the chairs. Grim’s absence is noticeable when I look around the table. There are, however, three plates, one with less food than the others.

  “Hungry?” Calix’s brows are high on his forehead.

  I push the small pile of fluffy eggs around a little. They smell pretty good, and I haven’t had any adverse reactions to my newfound hunger just yet, so I might as well. “It’s weird, right? After all these years, how can I suddenly eat now?” Acknowledging the fact doesn’t stop me from placing a bite into my mouth.

  “Maybe you should have been consuming souls instead of sins all along. Maybe it triggered some kind of transition,” Calix supplies while watching me eat, instead of eating his own food.

  “I guess that makes as much sense as anything else. Are we heading back to the wolf’s den after this?” I know I’m the one who started this conversation, but it makes me uncomfortable, so I switch topics.

  “Yeah, Death said he would meet us there when he was done.” Calix accepts my subject change easily.

  “Did he say where he was going or why?” I place my fork down after only a few bites.

  “He didn’t say,” Gunnar answers, but from his tone, it’s clear we all know that the only reason he would have left was if another Charmed were dead.

  “So, what’s the plan? We only have today and tomorrow to figure out what the hell Torin is going to do before all hell breaks loose, right? We need to get him to either lead or pick a replacement who can withstand an outside challenge, or shit is about to get really messy with that pack.”

  “And the Nemean,” Gunnar adds, not even bothering to look up from his plate.

  Calix shoves his dish away, even though it’s not empty. “Pretty much. I’ll be stuck here until the dust settles, longer if the alpha who takes over doesn’t inspire trust, otherwise there will be an exodus of members seeking out other packs, going rogue.” He pinches his temples between his fingers, as if the thought alone is enough to give him a headache.

  “Does he seem any closer to deciding what he’s going to do?” I ask. Calix was the last one to speak with him early this morning before we left to head back to Kim’s for the day.

  “Not really. He keeps going back and forth.”

  “Tell me about it.” Gunnar leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. “At least when we first got here, he knew what he wanted.”

  I reach over and swat his arm with the back of my hand. “He wanted to die,” I hiss.

  “Yeah, should we really be interfering with that?” Gunnar glances between Calix and me. “It’s fucked up. The guy has a shit ton of responsibilities, and he loses the one thing that gives him peace. You telling me you wouldn’t do the same?” His eyes are locked onto Calix now.

  “I don’t have an entire pack under me,” Calix retorts defensively.

  “Would it matter?” Gunnar isn’t letting up.

  Calix raises his hands in surrender, but his face tells another story—his lips are pulled tight and his eyes are narrowed. “I’m not saying either way is wrong. I’m just saying as an alpha, he knew the risks and responsibilities involved, and now he needs to decide. If he wants to waste away until he joins his mate, so be it. But there needs to be someone to replace him. A pack this size with this much power…” He lowers his hands and shakes his head slowly. “I’m trying to avoid a war.” He pushes away from the table without looking back.

  I place my palm on the table, preparing to rise so I can follow him, but Gunnar stops me by laying his hand on mine. “It’s my fault he’s pissed. I’ll talk to him.”

  My mouth wants to fall open in surprise, but I just blink a few times. “Sure, I’ll clean this up and get ready to go.” I watch Gunnar’s back as he trails after Calix, and then it dawns on me—he’s not the only one changing to accommodate the others. The proof is in my hands as I carry the dirty dishes to the sink. I never would have done anything so domestic for someone else before them.

  The driveway is lined with more cars than yesterday when we pull up to the front of the mansion. I let out a long, low whistle. Calix’s sigh is audible.

  There’s a group of about eight men standing in the front yard that I haven’t seen here before. They stick out like sore thumbs, decked out in biker leathers. Their eyes are glued to our borrowed SUV, and they’re not bothering to hide the fact that they’re curious about who else is arriving.

  “Why are all these people here?” I ask Calix from the back seat, while Gunnar puts the vehicle in park and cuts the engine.

  “Everyone is watching to see what happens,” Calix answers, then opens his door without another word. I scramble for my door handle, but he somehow beats me to it and extends his hand to me. It always makes me feel like some movie star when they do this, and the vain part of me loves the attention.

  I place a soft kiss on Calix’s lips when I’m standing in front of him. He smells and looks so good I nearly forget about our audience. When I pull back, Gunnar is behind me, looking over my shoulder with a menacing scowl.

  There’s a noticeable uptake in whispers and quiet conversations. Without meaning to, I send out my senses to see if there’s a threat. There is just about every sin you could imagine drifting on the air, but none of them appeal to me. Other than taking what Grim has to offer, I’ve never really consumed baddies’ sins. I’m currently surrounded by monsters and their immoralities, yet none of them are appealing.

  I sneer when one of the bikers tilts his head and examines me, as if he can’t quite figure out what I’m doing here. I wrap my hand possessively around Calix’s and reach for Gunnar’s arm with the other. His fingers are too meaty to hold hands with, but oh do they have other wonderful uses. I’m thinking about Gunnar’s thick fingers and what they can do to me when one of the bikers lets out a hearty laugh and hollers, “Calix!”

  “Fuck me,” my golden-haired hottie curses under his breath. He does a manly chin jerk and plasters a calm look on his face to cover the aggravation that was there moments ago.

  “Holy hell, it’s been ages.” The guy is making his way over to us, wearing an easy grin on his face. “Tammy is going to be so excited she came when she realizes you’re here.” The man just keeps talking while he approaches. It seems like he and Calix are old friends. My ears perk up at the mention of Tammy.

  Completely ignoring me, he wraps his arms around Calix in a tight, quick hug, slapping him on the back—a little too hard for my liking—before releasing him completely.

  “I didn’t even know you were in the States! What gives? You can’t call? That’s going to piss Tammy off.” He elbows Calix in the arm jokingly. I’ve already decided I do not like Tammy, and this man is quickly working his way onto my shit list.

  “Don, this is—”

  “Damiana.” I cut Calix off before he can finish. “I don’t know who Tammy is, but you should warn her that Calix is taken.”

  Don’s dark eyes drop to me, and he doesn’t hide his perusal. I kept it simple tonight—black boots, tight jeans, and a spaghetti strap top. The few extra seconds he spends staring at my tits do not endear him to me. He lets out a chuckle. “Honey, Tammy would eat you up and spit you out.”

  I lean forward just enough so when I whisper, he’ll still hear me. “Not if she’s dead.”

  The man’s eyes dance in a way that I think he might be just as turned on by violence as Gunnar. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that—”

  “I’ll let her pluck out your eyeballs.” Gunnar plants his hand on Don’s chest and gives him a little shove before looking at me for approval.

  “Who says chivalry is dead?” I coo up at him.

  “Honest truth, friend, on both accounts. She could kill you where you stand without batting an eye, and…” Calix releases my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. “I most certainly am taken.”

  “Aw,
you’re getting an extra special blow job for that.” I lean into Calix’s side.

  Gunnar scoffs. “What about me? I said I would let you mutilate him.”

  Before I have a chance to tell him he deserves a reward too, I feel Grim’s presence as a portal opens. I don’t feel ill like I did the last few times, but I don’t feel the need to feed either.

  The Don guy takes a slow step back, and the group he left moves up behind him. I glance over my shoulder to see Grim’s cloaked silhouette bathed in moonlight a few feet away. I spin away from Calix, and scold, “You weren’t supposed to stay gone long.”

  “Forgive me, Omnia. I had matters to attend to.” Grim’s cloak melts away as he walks toward us, revealing dark jeans and a dark shirt.

  “Holy shit,” someone behind me breathes, as if he looks more frightening now than he did in his cloak. I examine him, I just don’t see it. The only thing scary about him right now is how fucking perfect he is.

  “You should check in more. I worry.”

  Grim dips his chin and lowers his eyes before coming to a halt right in front of me. “Are they bothering you, Damiana? I could dispatch them,” Grim tells me, but looks over my shoulder. The embers in his eyes flare, and I inadvertently shiver as his words warm my black heart.

  I turn so Grim is pressed up against my back, and I have Calix and Gunnar at each side. “I don’t think that will be necessary, will it, Don? Besides, if anyone gets to kill them, it will be me. Especially Tammy.”

  Don raises his hands and takes another step backward, though I can still see the slight gleam in his eye. “Not necessary at all.”