Page 17 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Darius grunts and continues to lead me toward his hothouse. “If you think she’s your mate,” he says without judgment, “thenwhy haven’t you claimed her? It’s not like our kind to wait. I sensed the wolf did so last night.”
“Don’t bring up what our kind normally does,” I warn. “We both aren’t like most of them. We don’t just take without permission.”
He nods, then he arches a brow. “Seems like she gave you permission from the way she was about to rut you on my damn lawn.”
“Yeah, well. It’s been a wild ride. She didn’t know about the other worlds just days ago. She’s… not what I expected. Not that I ever thought I’d find my match.” I don’t know why I’m rambling nervously. It’s unlike me.
“You didn’t expect her to be your mate match because she’s a witch or because she’s Ms. Klutzy Sunshine?”
I chuckle at his name for her. “Both. But even though she isn’t what I imagined, somehow the way she fits with me and my pack makes sense.”
“Hmm.” Darius opens the door to the small structure and some of the heat escapes.
We both sigh contently at the searing temperature that only hell-born are comfortable with. Our shoulders relax, and we sink onto the wooden benches.
“There’s something off about your little mate,” Darius says, breaking the silence.
Protective instincts rise inside me, expecting I will have to defend my witch’s honor. “Explain,” I demand as a cold threat.
“Don’t get your tail in a knot.” Darius waves me off. He’s more relaxed now and maybe that’s why he feels like he can say whatever he likes about my love. “She’s not just a simple witch. My nose can pick up that.”
“We suspect she might have fae blood. Or something supernatural.”
“Maybe… but doesn’t she seem like she has a bit from home?” he asks.
With his suggestion, I recall how she passes through my demon portals with no side effects. That rarely happens to non-hell beings. The rest of my pack doesn’t react anymore because they’ve gotten used to it in the countless times they’ve used one. It didn’t even phase her the first time. She also didn’t seem affected by being in the hell realm on our way to Amira’s. Curious.
“I don’t have your acute sense of smell for our kind,” I say. “But yes, there’s evidence to suggest she has some hell-born blood in her.”
We sink into silence again, and I ponder my connection with Jade. If she has demon blood, that will make the idea of being fated mates more reasonable. Not that I needed validation for how I feel about her.
My conviction to wait to claim her until Rob and Galiana are removed as a threat wavers. I don’t know if it will be better or worse if I bond with her immediately.
No. Ishouldwait. She’s still coming into her magic. She accidentally mated with Arran during this delicate time. I don’t want to mess with her balance further.
She needs to get control over her energy before I add a bond to it.
Although everything screams at me to claim her. To sink my sharp teeth into her flesh and feel the connection snap into place, linking us forever. Then I’ll claim her pussy, marking her with my cum.
I’ll declare to all and the fires of hell that she is mine.
“You realize if you mate bond with her and she has demon blood, you will probably send a ripple to the hell realm and the high lords will be alerted to her.”
Ice pours through my veins at this devastating reminder.
Demon females are rare and the high-born lords may come to kill me so they can claim her for the hell realm, even if she is only part. She could end up as a caged, broodmare since she could potentially carry a demon child.
“Fuck!” I bellow.
“We don’t know for certain if she has a drop of demon blood in her.” Darius attempts to console me. “And maybe Amira can create some sort of protection spell to mask your female.”
That eases a bit of my worry. Amira might not like to use her destructive magic anymore, but at least she still makes an exception for her superior protection, healing, and cloaking abilities.
“I also know you aren’t the simple demon you claim to be.” Darius gives me a knowing look and I snarl. He holds up his hands and assures me, “Don’t worry, I won’t be outing you to anyone.”
I should have known a high-level hellhound would sniff out my secret. Not even my pack knows.
Why do I have a bad feeling that they will soon find out who I really am?
