Page 107 of Mate of a Monster

“Realizes what?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be very fun.” He grins. “Family meeting. Bring the pretty boy with you.”

“You think I’m pretty, hm?” Zev teases, swiping the blood from his face with a towel.

I roll my eyes before following the asshole from the room.

This should be fun.

Not.

…

Gang’s all fucking here.

Knight stands near the wall with his arms crossed, and Sinner leans beside him, entirely too entertained by the situation—and the fact that I drove steel into his brother’s thick skull.

Silver and Vicente hover a few feet behind them with a cautious stance, and Zev lies sprawled on the table like he owns the place, one boot hanging off the edge. He watches the room with curiosity, but mainly stays fixed on Sinner.

He’s probably trying to figure out the chances of getting the King to be the other bread in a sext sandwich; they’d just need to find a middle player.

Oddly, everyone is silent, and I’m pretty sure I’m the reason for that. Apparently, Creed filled them in on the whole “queen of the dragons shit,” as Sinner describes it.

He also told them the one thing Legend has yet to put together.

Well, not the one thing. There’s still the biggest issue of all.

Speaking of my bastard mate.

The man refuses to pull his gaze away from me. His attention fuels the humming bond between us, absolutely relentless about reminding me that he belongs to me in a way neither of us can deny.

I can’t decide whether he’s more angry, sad, or what, but there is one overpowering emotion above all.

Heat.

So hot, it stirs low in my belly, threatening to erupt any minute.

My thighs press together on instinct before I can stop it, the sensation rolling through me like my body just remembered something it’s been trying very hard not to think about. Him on top of me, inside me. The pressure of his cock and the filth of his words.

It’s a need so deep I almost fucking whine, which only makes me want to stab him all over again.

I want to tie his ass up and show him the error of his fucking ways and watch as he begs me to—

Legend’s mouth curves, slow and filthy.

“Kinky, little mate,” his voice slips into my head, rough with amusement. “That’s bold considering how mad you are.”

I keep my face perfectly neutral.

Inside my skull, though, I snap back immediately.

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

His grin widens.“You’re soaked.”

My jaw tightens.

“You should probably do something about that,” he continues lazily. “Because if I keep feeling it through the bond like this, Little Monster—I’m going to bend you over the nearest solid surface and see how long that attitude lasts, preferably while that asshole you call a friend watches.”