Page 11 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“Uh, well, she’s a witch. And probably a powerful witch to be able to protect and ward her vast amount of land. Besides, she doesn’t seem to be overly fond of other witches. I feel like a burden.”
Maxum stops and turns me to face him. I look up into his dark obsidian eyes and sigh. My gaze travels over his crimson skin and horns, admiring what a handsome demon he is. Not that I’ve met other demons, but it doesn’t matter.
He’s my demon. And he’s gorgeous.
His hand cups my cheek. “Amira has an ugly past with other witches, just as our pack has. She doesn’t like being a witch. Sodon’t take it personally. Learn whatever she can teach you, and we’ll figure out the rest together.”
“Thank you.” I lean into his palm. “It means a lot that you’re helping me.”
His expression turns fierce. “How else should I act? You’re my mate match. Even if you rejected me, I would help you in any way I can. I would die for you.”
My insides melt into goo, and my eyes widen. “You really think we are meant to be? What about my abuela’s warning when I mated with Arran?”
“We don’t know what that was about. And honestly, I don’t care.” Maxum steps closer until I’m flush with his body. He pulls me up by my ass, and I wrap my legs around his hips. “You. Are. Mine.And no one can tell me otherwise, except for you.”
His lips crash down on mine, and by the time he’s done reminding me I belong with him, I’m panting and grinding on his growing bulge.
“Understand, little witch?” he growls.
“Yes,” I breathe out. Damn, he just erased my worries with a mind melting kiss.
We hear someone clearing their throat, and snap our eyes over to the porch of the main house.
“You going to hump on my lawn all day?” Darius asks with his gruff, gravelly voice.
Darius and Amira are standing side by side. Amira looks slightly amused, and Darius appears his standard irritated. I haven’t seen him with another emotional setting yet.
He must have one, right? I mean, Amira loves him, he can’t be one dimensional. Perhaps he doesn’t let anyone but Amira and Raithe see another side.
Reluctantly, Maxum allows me back down to my feet and gives me a peck on the forehead before swatting my ass as I walk toward Amira.
I throw a dirty look over my shoulder. He’s being a brat in front of them. “You’ll pay for that,” I threaten.
“I’ve already paid dearly for my time with you,” Maxum says with a laugh.
I turn around and try to hide my hurt about that statement. I cost him two of his safe houses, one of which was his special secret home he had hoped to have for his pack. Guilt doesn’t even cover it when I think of what he’s lost since I came into his life. Hell, one could even say Osen’s death is on me. Rob might not have killed him if I couldn’t channel his spirit. And now, we are on the run because Rob and Galiana are hunting me.
Huge arms wrap around my waist and Maxum hugs me to his chest. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Sweetheart, no. Stop this. I was talking about my heart. You own it now. Don’t blame yourself for the houses. They mean nothing compared to your safety.”
I lean back into his arms and look up into his handsome face. “Thank you.”
He gives me another kiss and Darius grumbles. “Can we bring the public displays of affection down to a fucking minimum?”
With a blush on my cheeks, I pull away and hurry toward Amira so I don’t get lost in Maxum again.
“Morning,” I say to the witch, and we watch Maxum and Darius wander off together around the house.
“Never mind Darius. He likes to give people a hard time,” Amira says.
“I understand why he would want me to leave. I’m a witch invading your territory, and possibly bringing trouble with me,” I add, feeling bad about the whole thing. I didn’t ask for my magic and all this drama. I only like drama in my books, thank you very much. If I could have all the yummy monster love andnot be chased around by an asshole ex who wants to magically fuck with my head, then I’d be a happy little witch.
“Most witches and warlocks are a problem.” Amira ushers me inside her home. “If they would drop their prejudice and work with the supernaturals, we might be able to figure out what to do about the loss of magic.”
“Do you think that’s why they are after me?” I ask.
She studies my face and then her eyes lose focus and I suspect she is reading my magic and aura. “Maybe. You have an unusual magic.” Then she motions for me to sit down on a meditation cushion near the large picture window overlooking the rolling forested hills on her property. She takes up the seat in front of me.
“Can you figure out what I am?” The desperation in my voice is clear.
