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Page 97 of Enchanting Her Monsters

“Because I’m not so self-centered as to believe I should infiltrate the relationship that you have together.”

“Too bad, because you’re in it.” Osen crashes his unyielding mouth over mine. He commands my entire being with a kiss. I know he isn’t using his shadows, but it feels as if he’s binding me to him, gripping my body and soul, drawing me to him. I’m being possessively dragged into his world. Claimed.

Now he possesses me from the outside, reaching in.

Osen breaks the kiss. Still cradling my face in his hands, he turns to claim Calder’s lips. I have an intimate, front row ticket to the most passionate kiss I’ve ever witnessed before.

I don’t feel left out. No, I feel my heart beating in time with theirs, sharing this moment of reconnection.

Calder then turns to me and gives me a consuming kiss like I’m the fuel to his flame. Our tongues stroke along each other, and it feels like the moment before an explosion.

Osen groans with delight.

My body is taut with need, and I rub my legs together to ease the searing burn of lust.

Osen slides his hand over my thigh and presses at the seam where they meet, running his fingers back up to my apex, grazing my sensitive lips through my underwear. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I can feel how wet you are for us. Your panties are soaked.”

“I need to check for myself,” Calder says with a wicked grin. He runs his fingers down my stomach and over my mound. “Such a needy pussy. Maybe we should give it some relief?”

“Yes please,” I beg.

Calder’s fingers shift to talons, and he shreds my underwear with a few swipes. I gasp as it falls away in tatters. He cuts my bra where it joins between my breasts and the fabric slides to my sides, revealing my already hardening, aching nipples.

Calder and Osen each grasp one of my knees and they pull me open, my pussy exposed and glistening. Osen slides his fingers over my sensitive flesh.

I moan with how delicious it feels, and I don’t think he’s even using any incubus magic on me yet.

Calder joins in. Their fingers work in tandem, brushing over my clit and inner thighs, and teasing over my entrance.

Both lean down, laving and nipping at my tits as they plunge their fingers into my pussy. I cry out with the sudden invasion and then tilt my hips, inviting them to continue. To give me more.

They play thumb war over my clit and they're ramping me toward an orgasm.

Then, right as I’m about to crest and fall off that cliff, they both pull their fingers free. Locking his heated gaze onto me, Calder sucks on his fingers and hums.

“I need to taste you,” Osen growls into my neck. “From the source.” He slides down the bed and plunges his face into mywet heat. His tongue delves deep inside, then he laps at my clit before inserting his fingers once again.

Calder squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples so perfectly it’s like he’s been trained his whole life in how I enjoy it.

Osen whispers over my lower lips, “Come all over my face, sweet monster.” Then he feasts on my pussy like a man possessed. Well, as no longer a ghost possessing me.

Calder claims my mouth as I whimper and moan.

I fist Osen’s long hair, and he groans with pleasure. I had a feeling he’d like it a bit rough and passionate.

His fingers curve, rubbing along that sensitive spot inside me, and my toes curl in response. Then I’m shouting at the heavens with my release. I float through the cosmos, pleased that I’ve finally found my loves.

I’m quaking in their hold when I return to my body.

“Wait!” I gasp, realizing something that feels off.

I was able to move. Calder was moving, too.

“Why aren’t you using your shadows? Why am I not paralyzed? Is your incubus magic not working?”

Osen smiles and his entire face lights up like the sun when the clouds finally part. “My magic is being fed, but not with intention.”

I glance at Calder, remembering the frustration that Osen’s magic always took over and Calder was immobilized during sexual encounters. “I thought if you were sexually excited, it just happened.” Then that rejected part of me rears its head. It’s one thing for him to sex me up when I was his only source, and he was only in my mind. But in real life, it appears the spark just isn’t strong enough. “Oh, you aren’t enjoying this very much?”