Page 41 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“It’s gonna hurt, little witch.”
“I’m not just a witch anymore!” I huff. “And I didn’t do anything wrong yet!”
“Oh, I heard your admission of insubordination.” He pulls down my pajama bottoms along with my underwear, exposing me to the room.
His hand comes down swiftly over my right cheek.
“Ow!” I jerk and instinct has me squirming to get away.
His thumb sweeps over my ass. “Oh, yes, I knew you’d mark beautifully.” He rubs the sensitive sting out and says, “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Cuz you’re a meanie,” I answer.
Smack!Dang it, that really smarts.
“Try again,” he orders.
“Because you’re a grumpy demon?”
“No.”Smack!“You’re willing to risk yourself for some intuition. I’m not just your potential mate, more importantly, I’m your pack leader now. You accepted that by bonding with my pack members. Andnoneof us can run off without thinking through our actions. Look where that recklessness got Osen? Killed.”
“But I want to help… Do something.” I’m frustrated now. “I won’t be controlled. Not anymore.”
His hand soothes me up and down my back. “I understand. And your voice is important and valued as much as the rest of us. And youwillhelp, but when the time is right. When we all agree. When we are prepared.” Maxum’s voice is cracking with pain. “Do you know what I would do if I lost you? Ifwelost you?”
I didn’t think asking to go to Calder’s death spot was completely impulsive and ridiculous, but was it? I refocus to answer his question, “Uh… you’d be upset.”
“No.”Smack!“We’d be devastated. Without you, we would die.”
“I…” Tears are gathering in my eyes, partly from the sting of his swats and partly thinking about how they would suffer without me. Then another level of pain slams into my heart. “No one really cared about me before.”
Not even the woman who raised me really cared. My mother—or rather, my older sister—never showed me much affection or concern. And now, looking back with my new knowledge, when the spell was lifted, she resented and despised me. When I left home at eighteen, that was it, there was no more contact.
Maxum must sense my shift in emotions. Instead of giving me another swat, he curls over my body and hugs me. “That changes now. You have me. Flint. Arran.”
“Me,”Osen whispers in my head.
Calder clears his throat and says, “And me.”
My head whips up to look him in the eye. What I see surprises me—adoration. How did he change his feelings toward me so quickly? I guess after I stopped being his enemy, his hate shifted into something else.
Maxum sits back, and his hand caresses my ass. “Did you learn your lesson?” He asks.
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to make you come now.”
Relief overwhelms me and I almost come with his promise. “Yes, please,” I say, still gazing into Calder’s eyes.
Smack!
I whimper with the burn.
Maxum’s fingers slide down over my crack to my exposed pussy. His fingers sink into my folds, then inside me. “So wet for us. And so perfect since you’re healing like a supe now.”
With his observation, I realize the soreness I should feel from Flint’s cocks and our bonding ceremony is non-existent. Well, this solves a significant problem that having a harem would cause.
Magically resilient pussy… check.
