Page 25 of Charming Her Monsters

Jade doesn’t even miss a beat as a giant werewolf kneels before her.

“Be good,” she warns and continues brushing, but now she’s treating my berserker werewolf like a naughty pup.

And… he fucking loves it.

I don’t step in and stop it. Not yet. I’m curious what he will do and how he will react, because he doesn’t seem crazed with emotion, aggressively possessive, or ready to hurt someone.

He just wants attention.

Love.

So do I.

Since heispart of me, I suppose Jade needs to accept him, too. But I feel so exposed while she studies my true werewolf face. She didn’t get a good look at me before when we had sex. But now, we are calm, and she strokes my furry body with her brush.

The berserker closes our eyes in bliss as she brushes down over our chest. Methodically, she works the brush over our sides, moving to our waist, but no further.

“I’m going to stand up and brush your back now, okay?” she informs us. Smart—she doesn’t want to startle him.

Berserker grunts his approval, and she moves behind him. Her position makes him vulnerable since he cannot see what she might do to him. I’m shocked he allows it.

Then the feeling of trust wells up in our heart. He really trusts her. Loves her. As I do.

However, that doesn’t mean he might not accidentally harm her. He is a brute, after all. Am I any better, since I’m an impulsive asshole?

“Your coat is gorgeous. It looks so nice brushed out,” Jade says, running her palm over our back, following each stroke of the brush. “Softer than I expected too.” When she gets to my lower back, she surprises us and encourages, “Stand up.”

Behaving like a tamed beast, Berserker gets to his feet.

Jade kneels and brushes over our ass and down our powerful thighs and calves. She even fusses over our tail. This is the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. My ugliest parts are on full display, and every inch of me is being loved and caressed.

I’m reeling as I feel the love pouring off her. Her acceptance. I’ve never accepted this part of me. Maybe I’ve never fully accepted and loved myself in any way—ever. But Jade makes it seem so easy to accept my monster and to love me completely.

Berserker wags his tail.Wags! His tail!

I don’t even recognize this creature right now.

Jade gasps quietly, likely just as shocked as I am.

I thump her face with our flailing tail. Oh my goddess, how embarrassing.

“Turn around,” she asks with a smile in her voice.

We do, gazing down into Jade’s adoring hazel-green eyes.

She’s on her knees at our clawed feet, looking up at us like we are a god. Her sweet pink mouth is only inches from our hardening cock.

I’ve never felt so naked or so cherished.

I’m surprised once again when my berserker doesn’t grab her face and fuck into her lush mouth. The loving way she looks at us right now, she might let us do that.

But even Berserker knows this moment isn’t about fucking.

Jade touches our huge hands and slowly traces the line of my giant razor-sharp claws. “These aren’t innately bad, you know. You can use them to protect the ones you love. Just be careful when you get excited with me, and I will be okay.”

Maybe there is potential worth in my alternate self. I can protect her.

What would happen if I accepted this part of me? Would it heal this perpetual wound I have?

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