Page 107 of Bewitching Her Monsters
His demon form is so sexy that I could believe this was a dream. His face is almost the same, with his brow slightly more pronounced. I dare to drag my fingertip over the base of his horn. I peer into his eyes to see if this is okay, but they are closed, and he’s smiling in bliss.
“That feels good?” I ask.
“Very much so.” He opens his eyes and strokes my cheek. “I sense you’re much stronger. But I need to stay inside you for a few more minutes. Is that all right, my little witch?”
He’s being so sweet that I want to cry.
I have not one but two males caring for me, and sending me into emotional territory.
I nod so I don’t have to risk my voice cracking.
However, Maxum sees beyond my walls which are pretty much windows at this point—and not even double-pane.
He presses his forehead to mine in a gesture of compassion that undoes me.
Tears drip over the sides of my face and land on Arran.
“Sweetheart?” my shifter coos from beneath me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything.” I inhale and exhale slowly. “You both think of me as the enemy but are still here healing and caring for me. Yet my ex, who told me he loved me, tried to murder me.”
“You aren’t our enemy,” Maxum assures me.
“You are pack,” Arran says, his voice deep and authoritative.
Even I recognize the magic in his statement. Goosebumps erupt over my skin as I feel the power wash over me.
I’m one of their people… as far as Arran is concerned. At least, he feels like that at the moment, with the pleasure of release running his brain.
But I’ve been betrayed and abandoned too many times to trust even a magically imbued claim. My own mother disowned me.
One of my arms goes over my shoulder to cup Arran’s strong jawline with my palm. At the same time, I caress Maxum’s face with my other hand. “Thank you for saving me.”
The demon presses his lips to mine in a tentative kiss, but when I respond to him, his kiss becomes more urgent and consuming.
His hips rock into mine, and the squelching sound from his release makes my pussy throb with need again.
Maxum quickly lifts me off of Arran and cups my ass. When Arran gets up to follow, Maxum warns, “Your beast has been quelled. Let me satisfy mine.Alone.”
His textured dick is still inside me, and as he walks, I’m rubbed in all the right ways. I finally let out my groan once we are in another room.
While still holding me to him, he grabs a clean towel and wipes the mess from my backside.
“I’m impressed with your staying power,” I say about his cock that hasn’t softened one bit.
“You turn me on, little witch.” He nuzzles my jaw, and I lean back so he can kiss and lick my neck. His forked tongue feels amazing.
“What’s happening now?” I ask, since I’m a virgin to this whole sex magic ritual.
“My own beast needed to have you to himself.” Maxum kneads my ass. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Oh.” I check in with my body, and it feels absolutely on board with this suggestion. It also demands to know why this isn’t happening already. If I don’t agree quickly, my body is putting in a complaint with the manager.
“Would you like that?” Maxum cants his hips to make me take him deeper again.
“Fuck. Yes, I would.” I’m completely supported by his cock and powerful arms around my ass, so I’m able to move my arms freely, exploring him. I stroke over his broad shoulders and then dip behind to see if I can reach where his wings attach to his back.
He curls inward to make it easier to reach around his enormous body.
