Page 132 of Enchanting Her Monsters
The entire place is filled with a hundred fae wildflower arrangements, comprised of species I came to adore during our travels. A few dozen candles light up with magic to romantically illuminate the space. A banner hangs above the glass patio doors, reading “Welcome home, our beautiful mate.” The sign is inexpertly hand painted, but I think I love it even more because of its rustic, heartfelt style.
Home.
My eyes fill with happy tears as my guys crowd around me.
I have a home, not just a house with my stuff inside it.
My guys are that home. No matter where I go, as long as they are with me, I have all I need.
Something zooms past us, and I jerk back, quickly realizing it’s Sage as she does a fun kick in the air and spins like a furry ninja.
“You licked them all!” she says like it’s her victory cry.
I bark out a laugh. “Yes, I licked them all. They’re mine now.”
“About time,” Trouble snarks. “What took you so long?”
“Hey!” I argue. “It was pretty fast for human standards.”
“Well, you aren’t a human, are you?” he huffs.
“Touché.” I roll my eyes and mutter. “I have the sassiest familiar ever.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve heard others can be more obnoxious,” Arran shrugs.
Maxum leads us to his old bedroom that Arran and I shared with him the last time we were here. When he opens the door, there is a gigantic bed that will fit all six of us. My eye travels around the large room to find various sex furniture like leather chaises for hitting the perfect angle, harness swings, and dungeon apparatus with tie downs.
“Fuck, yes.” Osen runs a hand over the leather and grins wickedly. “This is perfect.”
And I have to agree. We’ll have a lot of fun in here. But I will also want quiet, snuggle time with each of them, and the soft bed looks just as inviting. He shows me the closet full of comfy clothes and sexy underwear and a few costumes for play time.
I give Maxum a hug and look up into his glowing obsidian eyes. “Thank you.”
“Jade needs to eat.” Flint places a kiss on my cheek and rushes back out to the kitchen to cook. He’s such a caretaker, and my heart warms with the realization that this is the first time in all my years that I have not only one person to keep me safe and happy, but five.
We follow Flint into the beautiful spacious kitchen, asking how we can help.
When I study the living room and kitchen, I notice that somehow the damage created by the magical fight with Rob, Floofer, and Galiana has been completely erased. Maxum must have had people repairing our home this whole time.
Maxum puts on some music with a beat, and we burst out in laughter when we recognize the songMonster Mash. We have an impromptu dance party as we make dinner. I find myself laughing, grinding, and swaying with all of them at some point.
Flint has some secret dirty moves that have all the guys nodding their approval.
“Dang,” Osen says with interest. “I can’t wait to watch Flint fuck you. I bet herocksyour world.”
My face and core heat with that image. “Yes, he doesrockme hard and makes theearthquake,” I say with a wink. “But you’ll need to ask him if he wants an audience.”
Flint lifts my chin so I’m looking up at his bold and masculine face. He sees the flush of my cheeks. “Does that excite you,Heartstone? To have me show them how I take care of your needy little pussy?”
“Fuuuck,” I hiss and my knees give out. My innocent gargoyle is developing a naughty vocabulary, and I’m here for it. “You can’t just blindside me, talking dirty like that, Flint. My heart can’t handle it.”
He holds me to his bare chest, and his pronounced bulge presses into my stomach through his pants.
“I’ve been reading your books,” he confesses.
I blush, remembering some of the things I’ve written. Will he recite dialogue and reenact the scenes for me?
“Screw dinner. I want to take care of our mate, and properly anoint this entire house with our mate’s orgasms and our cum,” Osen announces.
