Page 26 of Monster's Heart

“What are you saying?” she asked, but it was too soon.

“Wait for me at the festival tomorrow. I will tell you everything then, I swear it,” I whispered, knowing it would be too much for her now.

After all, how did you tell the Witch who owned your heart that you would one day inherit the responsibility of ruling the moon?

She knew me as Sten, just another Monster at Blackthorn. But I was a direct descendant of Mani, the Norse Moon God. I would one day soon have the power to change the tides, influence the seasons, and cast blessings on supernaturals from across the realms once I claimed my title as Premier Celestial Guardian of Asgard.

A future that I thought I’d lost years ago. But now that I had her, my Luna, I knew it would come to pass as the Fates had written. First, I needed to contact my people, let them know what had happened. Then tomorrow, at the festival, I would ask Mani for his blessings, and I would claim Amrin Cordoza as my own in front of all and sundry.

“All right, Sten. Tomorrow, you will tell me everything. I can wait,” she said, and smiled then.

A real smile. One of the rare bursts of light that spread across her face, and I cradled her even closer, cherishing it because that smile was for me. I kissed the top of her head, smoothing my hands down her lush body.

So soft.

So perfect.

Amrin moaned, tilting her head back and lifting her lips to me like a sacrificial offering.

I was far too greedy to resist. So, I kissed her, laying her down so I could worship at her altar properly. I ran my hands down her sides, memorizing every dip and curve. She was deliciously thick, her belly so soft and welcoming.

Spreading her thighs, I settled between them. This was how she should always look, her mouth open, panting with desire, eyes lust-filled as she watched me make my way down her luscious form.

“Will I hurt you if I touch you here?” I asked, petting her pretty pink pussy gently, achingly gently.

“N-no,” she whimpered, flexing her hips as I ghosted over her sensitive nubbin.

“Good, Luna. That’s good, because I don’t know how I can resist you when you’re so fucking wet for me,” I growled, burying my face between her legs.

Rrrr.

She tasted like pure heaven and sin rolled into one. Kiss after kiss, I made out with her slick nether lips. Eating her out rapturously to the tune of my name being called out again and again.

Her fingers burrowed in my hair before gripping my horns and something in me snapped once she did that. Those small hands of hers wrapped around my horns tighter, and I was a madman then. I wanted to consume her, to swallow every drop of her delicious nectar with my tongue.

So… I did.

Mine.

CHAPTER 11

Amrin

I missed Sten.

He’d been gone since late that night, when he’d taken my virginity, but he’d left me a note claiming he would meet me at the festival. The Spring Equinox had arrived, and I was putting the finishing touches on my chart, heart thumping as the app rendered its results to me.

I knew we were supposed to be faking it for the sake of this project, but nothing about my feelings for Sten felt fake. It took me a long time to put in all the information I had on us, and slowly, ever so slowly, I watched the impossible happen.

“Oh, my fucking gods,” I whispered in the middle of the hallway.

I was on my way back to my dorm after finishing my final lecture for the day. But I had to know what it said about me and Sten before I handed my project over to Professor McEwan.

I covered my mouth with my free hand, eyes wide as I watched the app charting our paths, mine and his, across the skies. When it stopped, both blue dots, one for Sten and one for me, were in the same place and the words 100% matched flashed above them.

It was stupid, and likely meant nothing, but something inside me warmed at the thought. Witches did not have fated mates. At least, not exactly. But maybe, just maybe, Sten and I were written in the stars.

A bell rang, and I gasped as someone hit my shoulder.

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