Page 21 of Charming Her Monsters

Jade pouts as she glances down the hall. She wants to explore, but that isn’t a good idea right now. My cabin is no tiny hovel, it has eight bedrooms and six baths.

I bought it twenty years ago, hoping we all could settle here and give up fighting in the wars. Or at the very least, take a break from the life of revenge. Collectively, we’ve taken two breaks in total. However, I make use of this retreat and come here alone whenever I need to get away from the noise of city life—which is more often than not.

“Come with me.” I take Jade by the waist and help her down the hallway to my enormous room on the first floor.

Jade looks up toward the stairs. “Five bedrooms up there?” she asks. “And three down here?”

I nod at her accurate guess. Shehasbeen here before in her dreams, further confirming she is mine…ours?

“One room is set up as an office of sorts. You can use that as a space for your writing,” I offer, hoping she will understand the implications of allocating a piece of this house to claim as her own. “It also has a daybed if you need your… space from our energy. Though I would rather you sleep with me. You and Arran are more than welcome to share my bedroom with me while we are here. The bed could easily fit all of us. Since it’s on the first floor, it will be easier for you to move around while you recover. And I have an ensuite bathroom so you won’t taunt Flint or Calder with all your delicious naked flesh.”

“Tauntis a strong and wholly inaccurate word for what I do to them.” She brushes me off with a chuckle. “At least when paired with my nakedness. I’m not even trying to be an annoyance! Apparently, I’m just that good at being frustrating.”

I push open the door to my huge bedroom. “You frustrate me, but in a good way.”

“How so?” She smirks.

“Because you wear way too many clothes and I want to have my dick buried deep inside you at all times.”

She shakes her head. “It seems as though we may experience a lot of sunburns and chaffing if we played it your way.”

I smile at her joke, but my statement wasn’t one. I’d love to live inside her. Maybe I can get some sort of harness and I can fill her up while tending to other tasks that I can’t avoid.

Hell, my mind now wanders to sexy scenarios just as much as the witch’s dirty mind does. We are perfect for each other.

She moves across the room with an awe-filled face. Her hand reaches out to stroke the floor to ceiling tapestries hanging on the walls, then over a jewel-tone damask fabric duvet and pillows that cover the mattress of my four-poster bed. She grins as her fingers trace the gauzy fabric drapes that hang down and over the dark wood of the bed frame.

Overall, the decor creates a sensual space. And it feels as though I’ve built it all with her in mind. Pride wells up inside me when I see admiration clear in her beautiful eyes.

I rarely allow anyone inside my personal sanctuary. I think this might be the first time Arran has even seen my room.

Jade smiles from ear to ear. “Maxum, it’s like you’re an omega princess with a pretty nest,” she jokes.

“I’ll show you who’s an omega when I rut you through a heat.” I swat her full, plump ass, and she yelps.

“Holy shit!” She pants, worked up. “How do you know about omegaverse?”

“Where do you think humans got the idea?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Fucking knot me,” Jade sputters. Then she hugs me sweetly, clinging to my side. “But seriously, it’s so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s prettier than any place I’ve seen. It’s like a fantasy come true.”

“You don’t remember my room from your dreamscape?” I ask, sad that she didn’t recognize it.

“No. I was never allowed inside the bedrooms, just in the common areas.”

Interesting, but it makes sense. Our rooms are sacred to us and each of us has our own form of warding to protect them from outsiders. Even my mate’s spirit would need some sort of permission to enter. I feel myself relaxing with the thought.

Jade yawns, but tries to hide her sleepiness as Arran and I set all the luggage down.

Striding over, I give her a kiss on the lips, and then the top of her head. “Get some rest. I’ll make sure all is well on the property before I return.”

She hums her acknowledgement, then grimaces at her dirty clothes. “I don’t want to mess up your beautiful bed.”

“Never worry about that, my sweet witch.” I wink. “I’m sure we can make you more comfortable.” I slowly unbutton her blouse.

Arran comes up from behind. Reaching around, he unfastens and unzips her pants. She kicks off her shoes. The wolf-shifter slides her pants down slowly, skimming her silky skin with his fingertips as he goes.

When I pull the shirt from her shoulders, I’m both aroused and concerned. Aroused by her silky flesh and ample breasts on display. Concerned because she’s covered in bruises from her brush with death.

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