Page 16 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“I didn’t trust it when I was alive. Not completely.”
“Do you want to talk to him again?” I offer.
“I might take you up on that soon, but that’s not what I want at the moment.” He opens his arms again, inviting me into his embrace.
I hesitate, since I’m not sure how to proceed with this enigma. Osen is wrapped up inside me in a way no one else has ever been. If we pursue something deeper, the chances of it ending horribly are an enormous risk. The consequences could be devastating if he were to take over my body again in spite or in a rage over a fight we had. I hate to say I’ve been a victim of that too many times to not consider it a real possibility.
He can deliver an incredible sexual experience, but I’m not ready to engage with him that way again. Not yet.
“What are you expecting from me?” I ask.
“In general or right now?” He smirks and part of me wants to kiss that damned look off his pretty face.
“Now.”
“I wish to do something I never tried before.” He shrugs, but I sense it’s a bigger deal than he’s playing it up as.
“What’s that?”
“Cuddles.” He lowers his smoky gray eyes and drops his arms. “With your power released, I sense you’re able to resist myincubus paralysis. So you would be the first person I could really do that with.”
“You mean you freeze everyone else up when you’re intimate? Even with snuggles?” I ask. I’m still shocked this is a default thing for the incubus.
“Well, I’ve only known high-born demons to resist my power. Maxum can. Until you came along, he wasn’t a cuddler. And yeah, my incubus power feeds on emotion. My mother was a succubus and didn’t care for children.” Osen glances up to see my reaction. “It feels nice when the guys hold you. I wanted to try.”
My heart turns to mush.
“Dammit. I’m too soft for my own good.” I curse and pull him into a hug.
The next thing I know, I’m on a bed with him. He curls into me, placing his head on my chest. His muscular arms wrap around my waist.
I stroke my fingers through his long silky locks, and he hums with contentment.
“Goddess, this feels good.” He murmurs over the swell of my breast. “I wish I could have done this when I was alive.”
“I’m sorry you didn’t get this experience.” I kiss the top of his head. “Just ask if you want to do it again.”
“Every night?” he practically begs. “We can meet when you fall asleep and hold each other and talk.”
“I’d like that.”
Eventually, I fall into a deeper sleep and dream of my guys holding me… even Calder.
6
OH, HELL
MAXUM
Even for a hellhound, Darius is a grump. Sure, I can be a surly pain in the ass, but I also know how to have a laugh. Obviously, he’s irritated by my pack invading his sanctuary, but I suspect this is his usual personality. It’s likely why Amira didn’t think to ever introduce us before. Not that I’ve interacted with the witch in a few decades.
I completely understand why he doesn’t want us here.
Raithe probably doesn’t either, but he seems to be the peacemaker of the bunch.
I can’t say I would be happy either if their coven had knocked on my door, potentially bringing trouble to my pack.
“If my affection for my mate bothers you, I’ll tone it down,” I offer. It’s the least I can do as a thank you. And some people are more riled by displays of affection.
