Page 103 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“Thank you.” My pulse returns to a normal pace.
I shift to get out of bed, and Maxum charges over, blocking me in. “What are you doing?”
“I thought we had to go because of my weirdo magic.”
His large crimson hand palms my jaw, and he inspects my face and aura. “You’re much more drained than you’re letting on. Rest some more.”
I throw out my lower lip in a pout. “I’m fine. I won’t draw more attention than necessary if I can help it.”
“Flint and I will create a few measures to dissuade anyone from coming too close.” Maxum brushes his thumb over my still pouting lip. “In the meantime, you actually need sleep, no slumber party chats or playing hide the shadowcock with the incubus.”
“Dude, don’t shadowcock block me,” Osen jokes and gives his friend a lopsided grin.
“Fine. I’ll rest,” I concede.
Maxum helps me slide on underwear and a large t-shirt that smells like Arran’s.
Thankfully, the bed is enormous, and we have enough room for Calder and Arran to join Osen and me for a nap.
Because that’s all it’s going to be… a short, little nap.
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FEED ME, MI AMOR
OSEN
Ihold my sweet savior and future mate, and she reluctantly falls asleep telling me, “Just a little, tiny nap.”
But it isn’t a little nap. Jade falls so deep, so fast that I can’t even snag her subconscious to bring her into my shadowscape with me.
My magic is slowly replenishing with the intimate moments we’ve had since I was been brought back to life, but it’s not quite enough to fill my magical pockets. I’m barely hanging on to my sanity and my life. I don’t want to push Jade or Calder, and I definitely don’t want to make them feel like they are only a meal to me.
It hasn’t been easy. I suppose I’ve failed and pushed some already.
Instead of falling asleep and resting with her like I should, I study Jade’s gorgeous face, and my heart swells with the gratitude I feel for her.
She didn’t need to forgive me after I took advantage of her trust. Yet she helped me come back and made sure my relationship with Calder was going to survive.
I wouldn’t have faulted her if she had turned her back on me or blatantly hoarded Calder for herself.
It’s an incubi gift to sense the emotions of others, since we feed off powerful emotions, too. With my special sight, I can see this woman glows with magic but also from the massive amount of love in her soul.
I’ve never been one to feed from emotion, preferring the spicy flavors of sex.
Except now, my death seems to have changed me, and I’m just as willing to feast on experiencing the love that pours from this woman into our pack.
I want to claim her. I want to make her cry out my name as I make her come over and over on my cock. Iaman incubus after all. The shadowsex we had in her mind was wonderful, but it isn’t the same as feeling the warmth of her skin and the subtle, involuntary reactions of her body. I want to smell the fragrance of our combined releases. I want to taste the desire of her body on my tongue and in my soul.
I want her. Completely.
The guys have accused me of being obsessive, and they aren’t wrong.
And Jade is my new obsession.
I’ll have to remember to share. Just not today.
As soon as she wakes, I’m going to fuck her into oblivion. When I’m done, she won’t remember her own name.
