Page 106 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“How do you want me, sweet witch?” I ask, nipping at her lips.
“How do you want me?” she counters. “You know I can take pretty much anything you offer. Although I don’t think I can deal with being whipped with a cane.”
I chuckle darkly. “I might want to spank your plump ass, but I’ll never want to chance leaving a permanent scar on you. Besides, I doubt this house is equipped with a full arsenal of toys.”
My hand slips down between us and under her waistband.
Jade grips my biceps and squirms as my fingers find her wet center gliding over her clit. I press forward and sink two thick fingers into her cunt.
She lets out a tiny gasp, trying to be quiet for the others.
“Make as much noise as you need to,” I growl. “I want them to know how much you enjoy me fucking you.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a smirk.
My shadows slide around her throat, and her eyes widen. I hold her with enough tension for her to feel it, but not so much that she can’t breathe.
My lips claim hers and our tongues stroke against each other. My fingers pump into her wet heat with an obscene squelch of how needy she is for me.
I lift up her shirt. Two more shadowtendrils slide under, winding around her breasts, squeezing in time with my thrusts. She undulates into my hand, taking as much as I’m giving and more.
Curling my fingers and circling her clit with my thumb, I bring her to a climax. Her body shudders and she moans, clenching around my fingers. “More. I need to feel your cock inside me.”
“As you wish,” I pull back, tearing her underwear from her body.
She pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her full delicious breasts, while I yank off my sweatpants.
My shadows seep out of my body, reaching for her, needing her.
She purrs with delight when she studies my muscular body and monstrous incubus tentacles in the moonlight. “You’re beautiful,” she says with awe.
I blush at her praise. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that about me before. Certainly never about my paralyzing shadows ready to pounce, claiming a victim.
Is she a victim?
I wasn’t lying. I am the true monster in the pack. Yes, the others have killed and maimed, but they’re also honest about it. I’ve manipulated and bullied. Even Maxum, with all his demon nature, wouldn’t have blatantly used people the way I have. He just kills them by ripping them to shreds or scrambling their brains. But never for fun, always with a purpose.
When I was killed and shoved into Jade’s mind, I changed. Perhaps it had a lot to do with being separated from my magic and my body.
I don’t want to be the monster I once was.
Can I learn to be giving and compassionate? I was able to when I was inside Jade. Can I do the same at her side?
“Um… should I call you handsome instead?” Jade asks, biting her lip and watching me with a vulnerable expression.
She is bare to me in every way. I spent all this time getting to know her. After talking and dreaming together every night, I know her better than the others do. She might even know me better than all of them put together, too.
Fear crawls up my spine and constricts my airway.
Will I fuck this up?
“Call me anything you’d like,” I say with a lopsided grin, pushing past my insecurities. If I plan to make this work, I need to be honest. It’s what Jade values above almost everything else. “Goddess, I don’t deserve you.”
“Because you’ve done bad things?” she asks, reading me like a damned book.
“Am I that predictable?”
“I know you, Osen. And yeah, you’re playing hard into the ‘Am I Redeemable?’trope right now,” she says with a wicked grin.
