Page 73 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“We can stay. Watch over you both,” Maxum offers.
Jade fiddles with her thumbs nervously. “You could tie my hands behind my back so you’d know I couldn’t touch you. Hurt you.”
It pains me to hear her suggest that.
It unsettles me how my body reacts hungrily to such a thing. I want her tied down and writhing for my cock. I want my hands and mouth exploring her soft skin, making her wet. Maybe she would enjoy that, too. She’s been open to other things.
Maxum cocks an eyebrow, likely sensing my interest.
I glance around at the horribly wretched environment. A cellar? For my twin flame? I want to argue and demand better, but I don’t want to burn down Amira’s buildings. The bed I’m sitting on seems to be a flame-retardant bed pallet.
There is one quick way out of this—reject her and face the consequences. Every cell in my body revolts at the idea. I want her. But I shouldn’t drag her and the pack down with me.
I’m fucking weak, because when I gaze into her eyes, shining with affection, I want it. I want to wake up with that face on the pillow next to me. I want to give her the realms. I want to be a better male for her.
“Okay.” I scoot over and look at Maxum for his assistance.
Jade stands from her makeshift chair on a barrel and I finally take in her curvy body under a short, red silk dress. My cock aches even more with her beauty.
Her hands fall to catch the hem. “On or off?”
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. “On… for now.” I don’t have the willpower to hold back and defer the mating if I see her tits and her round ass.
She turns for Maxum to tie her wrists behind her back. It does things to me I’ve never truly explored before.
I’m sexually submissive by nature. I loved when Osen would dominate my body. And with his incubus magic, hecompletelydominated me.
But that evaporated with what felt like a nuclear meltdown after what the witch did to me. Tied down, I was helpless to all her torture. And she was creative and utterly vicious, abusing me, then cutting off my malehood. Blood everywhere.
I shake that ugly memory away. I don’t want it to cloud our moment. My flame offering herself to me, trusting me.
Jade isnotthat witch. She is the opposite.
Flint and Maxum assist and guide Jade to lie down next to me. On her side, she stares at me, a look of longing in her eyes.
“Are you comfortable?” I slip down so we are face to face.
“As much as I can be.” She smiles weakly, sounding vulnerable.
Slowly, I reach out to tuck a lock of her beautiful silver hair behind her ear. My hand slips down to her cheek. I trace my fingers over her jawline, her brow, exploring and memorizing every feature.
Already some of my mating fever seems to dissipate. But I know I’m a goner now. If I reject her, I’m dead. And if I reject her, I’ll want to die. Permanently.
“Hi,” she says sweetly.
“Hi,” I say with a smile. Leaning forward, I skim my lips over hers.
She sucks in air and her eyes glow brighter.
Encouraged by my response and hers, I move my hand down her arms, then the dip of her waist, over the swell of her wide hips. I drag the hem of her slip dress up her hip as my hand returns, revealing her fuck-me lace panties. I want to burn them away and slide my fingers over her seam. Dip inside her wet heat and make her cry out in pleasure. I want to give her the bliss the others do.
Fuck, even Osen has given her pleasure and he’s dead.
Dead, but not gone.
I retreat a bit at the thought of him, as he’s likely watching this whole thing through her eyes.
I clamp my eyes shut and hear Jade’s voice change to signal Osen’s control. “It’s okay. I’m here, my love. She’s our center. The center I could never be. She is the loving heart we all needed. We both knew we craved more. We were just waiting for her.”
