Page 61 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Maxum sears his words of promise into my flesh with a passionate kiss. When he’s done, he storms off toward the cellar.
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LEVELED UP
JADE
“He’s not wrong,” Arran says, gazing down at me as he walks toward the tiny cabin. “I could feel your emotions reeling through our bond. Bastard just beat me to helping you settle. My only consolation is that I get to snuggle you while he’s busy.”
Arran sets me down on the edge of our bed and strips off his clothes before he lifts off my shirt. Before long, we are both naked, and I’m studying the remaining pink scars of Calder’s fire. My finger tentatively skims along his shoulder when he leans over to place a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips.
“I’ll be completely healed by tomorrow. No need to fret.” He tucks a loose strand of my silver hair behind my ear.
“But Calder won’t be okay. I messed up.” I sigh and rub my face. “I did what so many FMCs do—something impulsive and screw it all up.”
Arran doesn’t let me brood. He has me by my thick thighs and lifts me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. My pussy lands squarely over the length of his hardening cock.
My werewolf drags his luscious lips down my neck until he licks at his mating mark at the juncture with my shoulder. I moan, his attention to it sending a wave of lava straight down between my legs.
His cock grinds into me, his length slipping through my silky wetness. “Then what happens in your books?”
I loll my head back and surrender to my alpha. I grin up at the ceiling, realizing what he’s done. “They somehow work it all out.”
“Exactly. It’s just like life. Shit happens, and we work it out.” Arran moves forward and places me in the center of the bed. He gives me a brain melting kiss, stroking his tongue over mine and then pulls back. His eyes travel down my body, admiring all I have to offer.
Under his gaze, I feel like a goddess. Like all my feminine curves and softness are a blessing to celebrate.
Another pang of guilt for Calder hits me. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“I’d argue that we should. Even Calder would say that life goes on and we have to hold on to the precious moments because we don’t know when it all will be taken away from us. There’s nothing we can do until he wakes up.”
I suppose he’s right. Calder is safe and recovering. Our lives are dangerous. This might be the last time I have Arran in my arms.
His glowing golden eyes slide down my body to my exposed pussy. My thighs are spread wide around his hips, and he growls low and hungry. “I’m going to eat you, diving my long monster tongue into your cunt. Then I’m going to fuck you until you come around my knot. Understand?”
I nod and bite my lip. His berserker is right under the surface. But even in the likely event Serky ends up being the one knotting me, I know Arran is right there too.
Arran dips his head down and licks over my nipple, and it hardens under his attention. With his other hand, he pinches and rolls my other nipple to a peak.
He licks and sucks, moving lower and lower down my stomach as he nips at my flesh. “So fucking perfect.”
My hips rise and tilt to meet his tongue as he lazily brushes it over my clit.
Arran lifts and holds my thighs apart and hums as he gazes at my wet and needy sex. “It’s eager for my knot, isn’t it? So wet for us. You must have some shifter blood to make you slick like this.”
“Please. I need you… your knot, too.”
Light flashes in his golden eyes. He dives for my center and feasts like a man possessed. Which I suppose he is. Two fingers slip inside my clenching channel, and he pumps slowly. With a hard suck on my clit, I come undone and scream out his name.
He crawls up my body, and I feel the heavy weight of his cock rest against my throbbing pussy.
I wonder if this is when the man disappears, and I’m face to face with his werewolf. I now know Serky wouldn’t really hurt me, but he’s a monster and I expect a few scrapes. Yet, Arran craves to have full control of his body when we are in the throes of passion.
“I love you, my moon mate,” he whispers over my lips and then ravages me with a kiss before I can return the sentiment.
I taste the tang of my release on his tongue and tilt my hips to meet his.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulls back and braces himself on his elbows. Then he sinks in slowly, enjoying the entire journey, inch by inch. “Fuck. I don’t think there’s a betterfeeling in the world than being inside you and gazing into your eyes.”
