Page 26 of Charming Her Monsters

My berserker nods his understanding of her words. He sees himself as her protector already. Lightly and experimentally, he skims his sharp claw over the back of her hand. He doesn’t even leave a mark.

She smiles up at us and continues brushing our thighs and shins. Then she moves up over our crotch, brushing around our cock and balls.

During this sacred moment, she has, only with her actions, told us how much we mean to her.

She moves to stand and Berserker reaches down and helpfully lifts Jade to her feet. He then licks up the side of her face very much like my wolf did minutes ago.

Jade laughs and hugs us, holdinghim.

After a moment of enjoying the affection, Berserker relinquishes control over my body. It’s the first time since my curse that he’s willingly allowed me to come back. Every other time I have to fight him to win back control and return to my human form.

“Oh!” Jade scare-jumps from my shifting into a human, of all things.

She’s so weird. It’s my normal appearance that gets her spooked, but I sort of love it.

I’m six inches shorter and less bulky in my human form. And I dare say less furry.

She snuggles her cheek into my bare chest and hums happily.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “For accepting them… me.”

Jade leans back in my arms to look into my eyes. “Of course. You have accepted me even though I’m your enemy.”

“You were never my enemy. My love, you are my savior.” I press my lips to hers, luxuriating in her softness.

“Well, that might be taking it a bit far.” Jade blushes and tucks her head under my chin.

“It’s not. No one has made me feel at peace like I feel right now. You accepting my berserker makes me accept him, too. He doesn’t even feel feral at the moment.”

“I’m happy I could help a little bit.”

“A lot.” I squeeze her to me, wishing I could make her part of me too. I suppose when…if… I claim her, she will be part of me. “Maybe witches, in general, should have never been my enemy.”

“People, no matter what kind, can be amazing or they can be jerks. I don’t think it’s wise to lump whole groups together and assume we know everything by the behavior of a few.”

“If you’re finished fixing the world’s problems in my bathroom, would you like to come eat the meal we whipped up for you?” Maxum asks with a smirk in the doorway.

“A chef too?” Jade hurries to him, pulling me along by my hand. “A demon of many talents!”

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MEALS

JADE

Tears had formed in Arran’s eyes when he was a berserker. I don’t think the monster within him is all beast.

Volatile? Impulsive? Dangerous?

Yes, he is all these things, but also… more. It wants to be accepted. Loved.

It isn’t just anit.

I hope that my affection for the berserker might persuade it to allow Arran to be with me in his human form. Not because I need to have Arran in his non-monster form, but becauseArranwants to be with me in that way.

Holding both the demon’s and werewolf’s hand as we enter the kitchen and open dining room, I feel weirdly giddy and happy. Considering everything that’s going on, I shouldn’t feel this happy. I almost died—again. I’m on the run. My career is likely in jeopardy of taking a nosedive if I can’t finish my next book on time.

Yet, it’s reassuring to have these two brave males by my side, willing to help me figure out the next completely overwhelming and new phase of my life. It’s also more than I expected or hoped for.

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