Page 67 of Enchanting Her Monsters
I think about how Calder kisses me. His lips sizzled when he swallowed down the orgasm the others gave me over Maxum’s lap. I think about how his eyes light up when he looks at me.
He’s pack. AndI’mpack. We take care of each other. That deep compulsion to make sure my mates are alive and well resonates in my bones.
Literally, since Flint has gifted me his stone to make me stronger. Unbreakable.
I won’t be unbreakable if Calder or the others die. Or if I lose Osen.
Damn, how things change. A few weeks ago, I was lonely and aching for someone to share my love. I wanted to finally live out my fantasies—not just the paranormal ones—and find my soul mate and true love. I wanted someone who would do anything for me, and I would do the same for them. Just like the romance books.
I didn’t want my heart to only exist in fiction anymore.
And here they are. Bigger than life and better than I could have imagined.
I won’t let Calder just give up without fighting for him. Our story was just getting started.
I hope we’re almost to the point where the book usually ends and the characters are finally happy. I want to experience when all the big bad antagonists have been conquered, but in real life, and we can enjoy lazy days in bed, and travel the world, or in our case, realms.
We just have to eliminate Galiana and Rob, and we’ll be free to live ourHappy Ever After.
Hell, I’d be good with having aHappy For Nowfor the first time in my life.
“Jade?” Arran nuzzles my mating mark.
“Yeah?” I blink and return my attention to the room.
Around the kitchen table, Maxum, Arran, and Flint are all staring at me like I’m about to lose it. Whoops, I guess I spaced out for a while there. I stir in Arran’s lap and suddenly feel claustrophobic.
Thankfully, I don’t have a panic attack because he doesn’t resist when I slip out of his hold.
“I need some time alone.” I glance down at my naked body and don’t feel the urge to throw clothes on. “I’m going to take a bath.”
“Of course,” Maxum says, then rushes into the bathroom.
I follow him inside. I’m about to grumble and throw him out when I see he’s wiping down the bath tub of any dirt and grime to make it clean for me.
It strikes me as one of the nicest, most thoughtful gestures someone has ever done for me. Screw saving my life. It’s the little things, like making sure I’m cared for, that make me all misty eyed and glowing heart.
I realize Iamcrying by the time he’s done cleaning and running the hot water for me.
“Oh, sweet woman, why are you crying?” Maxum asks as he scoops me up in his huge, muscular arms.
I’ve never felt so safe and cherished as I do in these guy’s embrace.
A sob rips from some deep primal place in my soul and hits Maxum in his broad shoulders.
His warm hand strokes up and down my spine, comforting me. “It’s okay. We’ll get through this.”
I nod, but don’t answer. I sure fucking hope so.
But life isn’t like books. People rarely get their happy ending.
When I’m all cried out, and the tub is almost full, Maxum dips his tail in the water to test the temperature and then lifts to place me inside. He holds my elbows to keep me steady until I’ve sunk down completely.
I sigh as the lovely warm water surrounds me.
“You still want to be alone?” he asks, bending down to study my eyes.
“Just for a bit.” As he moves to leave, I grab his forearm to stop him. “Thank you.”
