Page 78 of Bewitching Her Monsters
Maxum does a brief but thorough check, but discovers nothing. He grabs a blanket and places it over her naked form. “You really care for her, don’t you?”
“If I thought it was possible to have a fated match with a witch… I’d believe she was my mate.”
“Dammit.” He flops onto his favorite chair.
He’s a sucker for fated mates. It’s one of the soft things about him. Although, I’d never say that feeling soul-crushing love for someone was weak. I doubt he believes that either.
We haven’t been very lucky when it comes to relationships—especially with females.
“Do you feel a pull to her as well?” I ask, not sure what I want to hear his response.
“I feel… something,” Maxum says just above a whisper. Then he crosses his massive arms and sulks. “But we don’t know if that’s part of her magic. She could have hexed us with a lust charm.”
“I’m not feeling lust,” I argue. “Well, I feel lust for her, but it’s deeper than that. And I think you know that’s true for you, too.”
“No. Lust never felt this painful.”
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COMING UNDONE
JADE
Idon’t remember falling asleep, but I must be dreaming.
I’m naked, and my limbs are tied down to bedposts. Arran, Maxum, Flint, and Calder surround me.
We are in a room filled with a soft, warm glow that only serves to accentuate their otherworldly beauty. Currently, they are all shirtless, wearing low-slung pants.
Calder’s skin seems to glow orange-red, as if he’s about to burst into flames. I might do that too if he keeps looking at me the way he is—like I’m his next meal. I wonder if he will be as skilled as Arran with his mouth.
Maxum has his horns from my previous dreams. His skin is a gorgeous deep crimson. His obsidian eyes dance with fire as his gaze travels up and down my body, pausing at my exposed pussy.
I heat only with his perusal. I’m getting wetter by the moment.
With a predator’s grace, he steps closer.
My pussy clenches with excitement.
From the other side of the bed, Arran moves closer. His eyes are filled with more than lust. I see hope within his gaze. His eyes are wild-looking and he appears much larger than I remember in real life. As if he’s on steroids… like he’s hulked out. His hands look more like monster claws than the human fingers I’m familiar with.
But even with his dangerous monster claws, I crave his touch again.
Will he drag them over my sensitive flesh, marking me with thin lines? Will he use them to pinch my nipples and edge me with a bit of delicious pain just at the right moment?
Arran grins, and I see his canines have elongated as if he’s part wolf.
Flint stands in the background. His huge, muscular body leans against a wall, as if he’d rather watch than participate. Maybe he’s a bit of a voyeur. The idea turns me on even more. Large bat-like wings frame his broad, thick body. Horns poke out from the sides of his head. He looks like he’s made of polished tan-colored marble. Would his cock feel as hard as a stone?
I wonder if he will stroke himself as his friends fuck me. His expression gives nothing away, and I want to know more about him. Who is this mysterious quiet male…gargoyle? What’s his story? What is his dark secret that he tells no one?
I love that my dream is playing into the characters I’ve created for them.
Oddly, I wonder where my ghostly avatar is. Usually, it’s him that actually interacts with these guys.
“Ghost?” I call.
The four guys glance at each other as if I’ve said something unusual.
