Page 82 of Enchanting Her Monsters
An image flashes in my mind. Osen’s hand wrapped tightly around Calder’s neck during sex.
Osen speaks to me,“Maybe one day we can play again like that, but not now. Not yet.”
I explore Calder’s collarbones, his huge deltoids, and down over his pecs. My hands practically thump over his washboard abs.
I skim my hands up his arms, admiring his corded forearms and his defined triceps and biceps.
Looking for the next place, I ask, “How do you feel about me touching your back?”
He holds my wrists, leans forward, and slides my arms around him. I stroke up and down his spine and touch the place where his wings usually emerge. In response, he groans with pleasure. His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me flush against his chest. I fall into his embrace, my face nuzzling into his shoulder and neck, and he hums happily.
It becomes clear that he isn’t likely to have an episode and hurt me. When he realizes this, Flint leaves to make us some food.
Maxum stays to monitor us. He sits in the corner, watching over me like my personal guardian demon.
I giggle at that thought.
“Jade.” Maxum narrows his eyes at me, likely sensing I was making a joke at his expense. “What did you just think?”
“Who needs angels when I have a demon to keep me safe?” I blow him a kiss and the sweet and sappy demon reaches out and catches it. Then he wickedly tucks it in his pants, then stares down wide eyed, like it’s working some blowjob magic.
Calder and I bark out a laugh.
I’m still cautious and don’t initiate touch. Calder’s been holding my hands since our touching session and snuggling with me.
Hope fills my heart that we might get past this. If not, I will still love him the way he needs.
The cellar hatch opens, and Arran and Flint are carrying plates stacked with sandwiches.
“Guys, we don’t have to eat in here,” Calder grumbles. He looks at me with a frown. “It’s bad enough Jade has to be down in a dark hole at all because of me.”
“Yet you got down my holes anyway,” I say and waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
Every one of my guys groans at my joke, even Osen.
“What?” I wave them off. “You all are joke snobs.”
“I’m new to jokes and even I know that one was bad,” Flint teases.
“Heathens!” I announce. “Want to get barbaric?”
“Not until you eat.” Arran places a plate in my lap as I sit at the edge of the mattress. He lifts my chin gently and gazes into my eyes. “Missed you.”
I grasp his wrist, moving his hand so I can snuggle into his palm.
After a quick glance to judge Calder’s mood, Arran dips down and gives me a soft yet dizzying kiss.
He walks around the bed and then shouts, arching his back and his body ripples with a shift. I’m freaking out. It appears something’s attacking him.
“What’s wrong?” I frantically ask my werewolf.
Arran grabs his crotch and doubles over. When he glances up at us, it’s not pain but embarrassment written on his face. “I just came in my fucking pants!” he hisses in surprise.
“I believe that was my ectoplasm,” Osen says through me. “Ecto-jism, if you will, that was floating in the room from having sex.”
Arran scans the space, warily. “Your incubus ghost cum is hovering around like mines in the air, waiting to explode our cocks?”
Maxum swiftly rushes around the room with a wicked grin. When he doesn’t cum, he says with a laugh, “Dammit, Osen. Can you jerk out another one?”
