Mated By the Monsters (Monster Junk #6)

Chapter One

Jonah tapped on Ez’s office door, sticking his head around when he realised it was half-open. His stomach twisted with nerves. He’d not heard from any of them in the three days he’d taken off, and part of him worried about his reception now.

He needn’t have. Ez smiled at him, closing his laptop when he saw Jonah standing there.

“I didn’t expect you so early,” he said.

Jonah entered the room fully, heat flashing through him when he remembered the last time he’d been here. “Yeah, well… I wanted to get started. I’ve got a lot of ideas.”

Ez chuckled. “Oh, I know.”

Jonah had sent a list of items he needed over after he’d gone home before. Ez hadn’t responded to his email, but Jonah figured he’d read it – there was a lot on there that needed getting if he was going to show these toys off the way he wanted to.

“I got a room set up for you, though feel free to explore the rest of the building should you wish to,” Ez said, hand settling easily against Jonah’s lower back as he guided him out of his office.

“Everything you listed is in there, but if there is anything else you need, let me know and one of us will run out and get it.”

“One of you?”

Ez shrugged. “Finley or Torin, most likely. Rafe is too opinionated, and Damon hates shopping, as you may imagine.”

Jonah snorted, imagining the serious minotaur in the kinds of shops he’d need him to go to. Nothing salacious, of course – not that that would faze him. No. It was more arts-and-crafts when Jonah went hunting for the props he needed.

“I did have one more question.”

“Yes?”

They’d gone upstairs and paused outside a closed door that Jonah assumed was hiding the room Ez had prepared for him.

“I know the toys are prototypes, but can I take them home? Just for a day or two, to get some less… polished videos.”

Heat flared in Ez’s eyes and Jonah felt an answering twist in his stomach. He swallowed hard. As eager as he was for Ez to tear all his clothes off, he was supposed to be working.

Ez seemed to come to the same realisation. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Of course. We’ve been working on the final product this past week, so there’s a new set in your room. You’re welcome to take them with you.”

“Thanks.”

They both paused for a moment, barely breathing, but the moment was broken when Ez’s phone rang.

He pulled a face as he fished it out of his pocket and looked at the name on the screen.

“Apologies, but I will have to leave you to discover everything yourself. Come and let me know if you’re missing anything. ”

“Thanks, Ez.”

He was gone quickly – and Jonah thought it was only partly down to the call. He laughed to himself and pushed the door open.

Of course, the room was gorgeous. A huge, four-poster bed stood against one wall, and Jonah kicked off his shoes on the way in before he pulled his socks off, too. The carpet was thick and plush under his toes.

He circled it twice. There was a chaise lounge in the centre, perfect for a few of the shots he had in mind. The light, too… He’d have to adjust it later, but the room boasted two large windows, which would be perfect through the morning and into the afternoon.

Boxes were piled up next to a set of drawers and Jonah pulled out his phone before he thought of diving into them. He’d already found the case with the toys inside, prominently placed as it was in the middle of the bed.

Jonah grinned, taking a few snaps of the closed case before he took some selfies of himself next to it. He could use a few of those soon to start building hype, though he frowned when he realised he needed to get some launch dates from Ez.

He made a note of it, then dug into opening the boxes and organising what he’d ordered. He’d planned different vibes based on the different creatures, and in his mind’s eye, he knew how it would all come together.

Who to start with, though?

Jonah crossed back over to the bed and opened the box with the toys in it. His fingers paused on Damon’s, this one coloured a darker hue than the prototype had been. Jonah got batteries in it and turned it on, laughing when he squeezed, and it started to swell in his hand.

He’d had that inside him.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered.

“Having fun?”

Jonah gasped, shooting Damon a glare when he saw him standing in the doorway. “I’m working,” he said, but Damon only laughed at his bratty tone.

“Oh, I can see that.” He eyed the whirlwind that was the room now, and Jonah rolled his eyes.

“I have to see it all so I can organise it all,” he said. “Did you need something?”

“That’s what I came to ask you.” Damon’s eyes darkened when he realised which toy Jonah had in his hand. “Do you need help with that?”

Jonah rolled his eyes. “I was just gonna make a video talking about it.”

“It’s been weeks since you used it.” Damon prowled toward the bed and Jonah’s stomach fluttered when Damon stood over him, towering over him. “Sure you don’t need a reminder?”

Jonah grinned. He let his gaze drop to the bulge in Damon’s jeans. “Sure it’s the toy you want to remind me of?”

Damon growled and grabbed Jonah by the waist. Jonah laughed and wrapped his legs around Damon’s hips, throwing his arms around his neck as Damon kissed him hard.

It was perfect – almost too much, but Jonah melted all the same, already rubbing against Damon’s hard stomach as Damon sucked on his tongue.

“That’s it, pretty boy,” Damon murmured in his ear. He kissed Jonah’s jaw. “You want my cock in you?”

“Yes.”

Jonah tugged on Damon’s hair until Damon turned his head, then kissed him desperately, still writhing against him. Damon growled. His big hands grabbed Jonah’s arse, squeezing, and Jonah moaned, tipping his head back to try and catch his breath.

“Lube,” he managed. “It’s…”

“I saw it when I came in,” Damon said. He ducked his head and sucked a mark at the base of Jonah’s throat. “Bend over the foot of the bed.”

He set Jonah down and swatted his arse before he crossed the room. Jonah swore and fumbled his jeans undone. He pushed them and his underwear down, and only when he bent over did he realise the door was still open.

Jonah went to stand again, but then Damon was at his back, running a soothing hand down his spine. “Do you need it closed?”

“Anyone could…”

“Who comes up here aside from us?”

Jonah shrugged. He’d never seen anyone else up here, but…

“Leave it open,” he said finally, throat dry. It wasn’t so much the others seeing him; they’d hear him, for sure, because Damon wasn’t going to help him keep quiet.

“Good choice, pretty boy,” he rumbled, and when he pressed against Jonah’s back, Jonah realised he’d transformed while Jonah had his back turned. He whined.

“What is it?”

“I wanted to see.”

Damon’s answering chuckle sounded surprised. “You can look your fill after.” A lubed finger pressed against Jonah’s hole. “I need you now.”

Fuck. Jonah grabbed the sheets as Damon pushed one finger inside. He still didn’t understand it – why they seemed to want him so much. He was just some guy, and they were—

Damon pushed the finger in deeper, moving a little more sharply. “Damon,” Jonah moaned.

“Get out of that pretty little head of yours,” Damon growled. He bit Jonah’s ear. “I don’t want you thinking about anything else but how good this feels, how much you want it…”

Jonah nodded frantically. He reached down and stroked his half-hard cock, and it jerked in his hand when Damon pushed another finger in alongside the first. Damon opened him slowly, carefully, but Jonah arched back against him, wanting more.

“Damon… Fuck me.”

“Just a little more,” Damon growled.

“Fuck.” Jonah stroked himself faster. “You weren’t this careful in your labyrinth.”

Another rumble rolled through Damon’s chest, like he was suddenly back there, too. Jonah wanted to go back. He wanted Damon to chase him again, to take him again—

Damon pulled his fingers free all at once, and the thick head of his cock notched against Jonah’s hole.

Jonah squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself cumming as Damon pushed inside.

He didn’t move fast, but he was relentless, his thick length stretching Jonah even further open, making him pant and squirm.

“Damon…”

“You said you wanted it, pretty boy.” Damon nipped the back of Jonah’s neck. “Spread your legs and fucking take it.”

Jonah moaned. Pre-cum leaked from his cock, dripping onto the carpet. He squeezed around Damon, and Damon growled, hands tight enough to bruise on Jonah’s hips.

He filled Jonah and for a moment, they both breathed together.

Jonah’s eyes fluttered shut. All the nervous energy from this morning, from having a new job and not knowing how he was supposed to act around them all, was gone.

He’d never felt as right as he did having one of them over him, inside him, and he didn’t want it to stop.

Damon kissed the side of his neck. “Hold on now, pretty boy. I’m not stopping until you’re full of my cum.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Damon chuckled. He didn’t start slowly. As he slammed inside, Jonah all but screamed, the thrust forcing him up the bed a little way. Damon held him in place as he fucked him hard and deep, and Jonah tried to swallow the sounds he was making, but he couldn’t even begin to try.

It didn’t matter. One of Damon’s hands threaded through his hair, pulling his head back. Jonah cried out when Damon pegged his prostate, and his answering growl made Jonah’s cock jerk, so ready to cum. His balls tightened. Fuck, he didn’t want it to be over so quickly—

“Let go, pretty boy,” Damon snarled. Jonah turned his head, groaning at the sight of him. The horns were back, his eyes dark and flat and hungry as he studied Jonah’s face in turn. “I’ll have you cum on my cock more than once today.”

Jonah cried out Damon’s name as he came, going boneless in his arms. Damon didn’t seem to care.

He lifted Jonah easily, and stopped thrusting, instead using Jonah like his arse was some kind of cock sleeve.

His cock began to swell, too, stretching Jonah even further.

Jonah trembled, weak sounds falling from his lips.

“I’ve got you. You can take it.” Damon murmured the words almost sweetly, and Jonah nodded. His eyes were wet, hips jerking every time Damon brushed against his prostate. He held onto one of the posts of the bed and Damon fucked him a little deeper, grunting whenever Jonah squeezed around him.

“Damon,” Jonah whimpered. “It’s so much…”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to use you, to fill you and drive you out of your mind.” He licked a stripe up Jonah’s throat. “That’s what you came back for.”

Jonah whined again. Damon chuckled, and the next thing Jonah knew, he was on his back on the bed and Damon was entering him again. He leaned down for a messy kiss and when he pulled back, he pressed the toy against Jonah’s mouth.

“Open up, pretty boy. Show me how you’d choke on my cock.”

Jonah’s cock jerked against his belly. He opened his mouth, gagging when Damon pushed the toy in deep. Damon groaned like Jonah had swallowed his cock and drew it back a little way before he pushed in deep again.

Jonah closed his eyes. Damon fucked him faster, working his throat almost as deep as his arse. He growled, his free hand pushing up Jonah’s shirt before he grabbed his cock.

Damon stroked Jonah hard and fast, and Jonah groaned, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. It was too much… all way too much, but he didn’t want Damon to stop. He wanted him to cum again, wanted him to stay deep inside Jonah, keeping him full and sated and safe…

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” Damon murmured, and Jonah knew he was close. He was again, too, his cock hard in Damon’s hand, pre-cum slicking the way as Damon kept stroking him. “Such a pretty slut, all for us.”

Jonah shot him a look and Damon snorted a laugh. “Don’t give a shit if other people see you touch yourself, pretty boy. You’re ours. Ours to keep, ours to fuck, to fill…”

Jonah gagged on the toy again, and it swelled a little in his mouth.

Damon tugged it free, tossing it further up the bed before he replaced the toy with his tongue.

He jerked his hips fast and Jonah tore his mouth away to cry out as he came again.

Damon’s teeth dug into his neck. He came with a groan, and when his cock swelled further, Jonah whimpered but tried to burrow closer.

For a moment, they both breathed. Then Damon pushed himself up onto his elbows and brushed Jonah’s hair back from his face. Jonah wrapped his legs around Damon’s hips. He wanted him to stay, and from the look on Damon’s face, he knew it.

One hand fell to Jonah’s throat, thumb rubbing over his pulse point. Jonah groaned and tipped his head back. Damon shifted his hips; Jonah moaned and clenched around him.

“That’s it,” Damon murmured. “You’re starting to get it now.”