Page 96 of Enchanting Her Monsters
He deserved better than dying alone in a dirty alleyway. He died fighting to protect his pack, his people, and innocent fae children from being killed by a fanatical group of witches and warlocks.
“Come on, Osen. I need you here. Calder needs you. I want to know what those lips feel like on mine. I want to be with you, all of you. Don’t you fucking dare slip away now.”
The pain of losing him before I even have him stings my eyes. Love thrums in my heart. A wave, a pulse of magic so pure radiates out of me and into his chest.
His body twitches, like he’s waking up from the deepest sleep of his entire life.
“Sweet witch,” Osen murmurs. “You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
I exhale with relief. Joy springs inside my heart.
“Besides, I need to claim you and Calder, my mates. And I plan to show your pretty pussy a good time.”
I bark out a laugh. “Because, of course, that’s what a naughty incubus would have at the top of his to-do list.”
“I’m not apologizing for my sexual desires. Itishow we power up. But I’ve been aching to connect with you since the beginning. Instead, I had to sit back, watching all these other punks give you pleasure in the real world.” He chuckles, then he rolls over to stare into my eyes. His charcoal eyes swirl with need. “But truly, I just want to make love to you without my damned powers.”
“Powers or no powers, I want you too. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” I pour more of my healing into his body because I can tell he’s still suffering.
“I sense your reserves are low. You should stop giving me your magic.”
I frown. I want him to be completely healed, but I remember touch and sex power him up, and I can do that. So I pull back my magic and sweep my hand over his chest.
“Do you think this healing means we’re mate bonding already?” he asks, stroking my hand with his fingertips.
“We were bonded in a way. So maybe?” I shrug. “I’ll have to try healing with someone who isn’t a potential mate.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Is it wrong that I don’t want these beautiful hands on anyone but our pack?”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t say I was giving out hand jobs.”
“Unfortunate, since that might help me right now,” he says with a wink.
“How can I give you a hand job if your magic takes over and paralyzes me?”
“Oh, my shadows can keep your hand moving.”
“That just sounds like fancy masturbation,” I tease.
Calder laughs, and it draws our attention.
“Will you join us?” Osen asks, his voice cracking with vulnerability.
Calder gives me a sweet kiss. Then he goes around to Osen’s other side and crawls into bed. His hand reaches over, strokingmy arm, then he places his hand over mine that rests on Osen’s chest.
Osen keeps his hands at his sides, not wanting to trigger Calder’s PTSD.
Calder presses his forehead to Osen’s temple and sighs. “I still can’t believe you’re back. I fear I will wake up from this dream and lose you all over again.”
Suddenly, I feel like I’m invading their space. They deserve to have a moment for themselves.
I pull my hand free and roll over to get out of bed.
Hands are on me in an instant, dragging me backward over and between Osen and Calder’s body. “Where do you think you’re going?” Osen growls playfully.
“I was giving you a moment to reconnect.”
“Why do you assume we’d want to do that alone?” Calder asks.
