Page 109 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Osen smacks my naked ass and growls with approval when it jiggles in reverberation. When I glance at his face, he snaps his jaws like he’s going to bite it.
Arran enters the room and pops Osen on the back of the head. “Biting her ass ismyjob, shadowcock.”
“I can bite her too,” Osen pouts.
Arran growls and lies on top of me, crushing all three of us. “Missed you,” he whispers over my lips as Osen and Calder try to extricate themselves from the couch.
Osen uses his shadows to lift both of us and then sets us down gently after he and Calder get to their feet.
Then Osen wraps his shadow tightly around Arran’s throat, leans down, and says over the shell of Arran’s ear, “You hit me again, and I’ll hold you down and fuck that pretty ass of yours.”
“Promises, promises.” Arran winks at me. “Jade might like that too much.”
Osen barks out a laugh and smirks. “Yeah, I can sense her arousal around that thought. But I’d rather have her or Calder now. No offense, puppy.”
Arran launches off me and at Osen. They tussle for a moment, getting out some pent-up energy. They break apart, splayed flat on the floor with wide grins on their faces.
Looks like some good ole fashioned Greek nude wrestling.
“I missed you, dickhead,” Arran pants out.
“Same.” Osen gets to his feet and gives Arran a hand up.
Flint is filling the dining table full of fruits and pancakes. I roll up to a sitting position and barely have time to stand before Arran has me in his clutches and sits down, placing me in hislap. It’s weirdly natural to be naked in front of them like this. And with Arran’s shifter body radiating more heat than a normal person, I’m mostly warm in the slightly chilly house.
Arran grins with pride to be the one feeding me, but the others offer me bites from their plates as we eat.
With a bit of food in me, I find I’m regaining my energy.
Then I wonder what rejuvenates my magic. I feel some part of me charging up with the feeling coming through my bonds. Can love power me?
I muse aloud, “I don’t have just one kind of magic in me, but three. Does that mean I have to use three different methods to charge each one?”
“Well, rest, time, and food will recharge almost all supes and witches.” Osen explains. “But it’s slow going and doesn’t help if you’re in a war zone.”
“Witches usually charge by the nature of their magic,” Arran adds. “For example, green witches need to be outdoors or gardening. Your witch heritage is from a lust witch, so you would be like an incubus—feeding off sexual energy and desire.”
“Hmm. Do you think that’s why I gravitated to writing smut?” I ask.
“Probably,” Osen agrees. “We should ask Maxum or Darius what might fuel your demon side.”
“And the electric mage stuff?” I ask.
“Lightning storms are the fastest, natural way,” Arran answers. “My old Shadowcraft Academy professor said that electric mages can also use power outlets from the human realm in a pinch, but that can be dangerous.”
“But any friction or spark of energy will do to some extent,” Osen adds. “Like churning water or a spark of fire. Winds. Even the sun. Hell, maybe even fucking. It’s one of the more versatile powers. Some of the more powerful mages have been able to pull magic from the ethers to recharge.”
“Cool.” I study my hands and wonder what kind of power I can channel.
“Speaking of which… How are you doing since you’ve recharged your magic?” Arran asks Osen.
“Surprisingly good.” Osen flexes his hands. “Almost as good as before.”
“I’m feeling strong enough to travel.” I slide off Arran’s lap and stretch. “We can head back to Amira’s place now.”
“First, we need to finish our errands and grab some more supplies,” Flint reminds me as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close. He’s so solid that it feels like I have the strength of an entire mountain at my fingertips.
I glance down at my body and remember my clothes were torn in my fight with Rob, and then further destroyed by my passionate lovers. “Uh, I’ll need clothing for a public appearance.”
