Page 5 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Flint pulls another twig from my hair.
Without asking, he spreads me wide for Arran and Maxum to inspect my abused pussy, running a thick finger over my center. “The werewolf made a mess of you.”
Holy Geezelbub. Does this gargoyle know how hot he is?
Calder hangs back behind the partition in the living area and sits on the couch out there. He wants no part in this. Not yet. Maybe not ever. No. He only longs for the trapped ghost inside me, his former beloved, Osen. I shouldn’t be greedy, but I want him to be with me, too.
“Eyes on me… Stay with us, my mate,” Flint says as he strokes my thighs. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s been reading my books for spicy inspiration. But I realize he’s sensed with our budding mate bond my wandering thoughts about Calder.
Our gazes lock, and I’m drawn into his pale gray eyes.
“All in good time,” he whispers, reading my mind.
“Arran, your tongue might soothe her cuts now that you’re bonded,” Maxum suggests.
Arran snarls at Maxum, nudging both males out of his way. “I planned on taking care of my mate. Thank you very fucking much. I came back here to do just that.” My wolf shifter picks me up and carries me into the tiny bathroom in our hideaway cabin.
I’m thankful Amira took us in and offered us this haven, but I miss Maxum’s beautiful lake house and his spacious luxury showers.
Arran turns on the water to warm it up and presses his forehead to mine. “Goddess, I can barely stand not touching you. I was ready to rip Flint apart for carrying you inside.”
I clasp his cheeks. “Will you have a hard time, then? Me being with them?”
“I think it’s only since the claiming bond is still settling. As soon as it solidifies, I should be fine.” He looks me in the eye and strokes my cheek. “Don’t worry. I won’t keep you from your other loves.”
I smile sadly. I’m happy to hear this, but also worried about how he feels about the arrangement. “Are you sure you’re okay with sharing me?”
“As Arran, yes. I mean, would I prefer to keep you all to myself? Fuck, yes, I would. But I see how you are with them, especially what you did for Flint.” He whispers, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, “And how you have already healed something in Calder.”
I frown, worried about how Calder will handle things now that I have officially bonded with Arran and I’m forming a bond with Flint and Maxum. They are his people, his pack. Then I came along and turned his world upside down. Although I suppose his world was already screwed up when Osen died just before I stumbled into the picture.
My thoughts are brought back to my new mate when Arran licks over his mating bite.
Holy macaroons. The sensation travels like a lightning bolt directly to my clit. I shiver and press into his firm, naked body.
“I’d love to rut you again, but I’m worried that you won’t be able to take me so soon. You aren’t a wolf shifter. You weren’t made for taking knots.”
“Does it bother you that I’m not a shifter?”
“Not at all. Actually, I’m a bit surprised how well you took my knot and how rough… Serky was.” He gives me another seductive kiss that makes me tremble with arousal. “But if you have supe blood, perhaps that’s why it feels so natural for you to be with us.”
“What if I’m some sort of freak supe-witch hybrid?”
“Then I will love and protect you just as much.” He shrugs playfully. “And apparently, we love freaky.”
I release a heavy breath, feeling less stressed about my mysterious background. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one. I stalked you and tricked you into believing I was a dog. I never thought you would forgive that lie.”
“I don’t blame you for protecting your pack. You didn’t know if you could trust a witch taking sneaky pics of you.”
“I’m glad you were a bit of a perv and horrible at being sneaky.” Arran chuckles and lifts me into the shower now that the water is warm.
He runs his fingers over my neck, prompting me to ask, “Do I need to bite you now to complete the mate bond? Or is that not how it works in the real magical world?”
The corners of his lips pull down ever so slightly. “You can try to bite me, but I doubt it will do anything more for our bond because you aren’t a shifter.”
It doesn’t matter that he says it’s not a big deal. I wish I could offer him what his kind can—the way I sense hewantsit to be.
