Page 100 of Bewitching Her Monsters
She’s strong enough to pull the thin sports bra over her head. I have to resist the urge to lean down and nibble her mounds and suck on her hardening nipples.
Using my free hand, I slide her underwear down her thick thighs.
My eye catches on the only thing she has left on—her golden pendant. She seems to wear it all the time. “What’s this?”
“My abuela gave it to me—my grandmother. She said it was a protection pendant.” She fiddles with it nervously. “I guess it doesn’t really work that great.”
“Well, you are still alive, so maybe it does?” I offer.
Jade nods sadly, then glances at my clothed state. “What about you?”
I was ready to go in the shower with my sweatpants on because if I’m naked with her, it will be much harder to resist plunging into her slick heat.
“You are too tempting, and we can’t start messing around without Maxum,” I warn.
“Because of your beast?”
“I could hurt you.”
She nods and assures me, “I’ll be a good girl. Promise.”
Jade can barely move, so I didn’t expect her to be the problem. But the thought sobers me. She’s completely at my mercy. Her life is in my hands. I’m alone with the woman I want to make my mate, and I could kill her.
I’m also as hard as Flint in his gargoyle form. And I don’t want her to freak out with my eager cock.
I turn on the water to warm it and try to command my dick to deflate.
Slowly pushing my sweats down, I say, “Don’t freak out.”
“That’s not an alarming phrase while revealing a dick for the first time. No, not at all,” she says sarcastically.
My cock pops over the waistband.
Jade gasps.
Ugh. I knew she would hate it. I close my eyes and wish I’d been born a warlock instead.
“Holy magic eight-balls.” She sucks in a breath. “Do you actually lock inside a woman?” Instead of sounding disgusted, she sounds intrigued about my knot—excited.
“I can. But that’s usually done with other wolf shifters.”
“Does it stay that size or get bigger?”
“It would swell a bit when I lock in.” I blink with surprise. “Do you want that?”
“Uh, I’ve written about all this fancy peen, but to have the chance to try it out, with a real, live supernatural being? Sign me up.”
I frown. “Why do I feel like a glorified boy toy right now?”
“Does that mean you don’t want to fuck me with it?” she asks. “Shame.”
I smack her ass lightly. “You are a brat.”
“If I admit I am, do I get to play with my new toy?”
I smack her ass again, and she moans.
Somehow, my dick somehow hardens even more.
