Page 30 of Charming Her Monsters

I pull on Maxum’s tight long sleeve shirt, and he obliges, removing it over his head. No way I was reaching over his six foot five height. These guys are all so tall it makes me feel like a tiny thing.

My fingertips trace Maxum’s tattoo-like crimson markings. He’s in his human glamour, so it’s striking against his lighter skin tone.

“Why don’t your markings disappear with your glamour?” I ask.

“Not sure why, but we can’t make our life marks disappear. I suppose it could be considered poetic—my life history is always with me.”

“I like that answer.”

There’s a rustle of clothing, and then I feel Arran’s naked body and his hard cock pressing up against my back. He moves the mass of my thick hair away from my neck and shoulder and presses sweet, tickling kisses on my skin there.

“I thought you said no sex?” I’m not sure which answer I want.

“Ididn’t say no sex,” Arran purrs and his hand reaches around to cup my breast.

Maxum chuckles, tests the water, then lifts me up and into the deep tub. “Arran, she needs to recover… unfortunately.” He sits and sets me down between his powerful legs. His right hand strokes up my inner thigh. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t tease her.”

“Naughty demon!” I smack his hand.

He doesn’t stop his exploration, and with his left hand on my left knee, and his tail wrapped around my right leg, he opens me up.

Arran joins us in the water. His hungry gaze locked on my exposed sex.

Arran scoots closer, lathers up his hands, and washes me from my toes, moving up to my hips.

Maxum washes my hair, massaging my scalp with his deft fingers. Oh, wow, I could get used to this sensual spa treatment.

After he rinses the shampoo out, I lean back against Maxum’s broad chest and luxuriate in his ministrations as he slides his fingers over my pussy and stimulates me, slowly working me up.

It feels so good that I drift off into a strange half-asleep arousal.

Or I think it’s half-asleep.

“Is she snoring?” Maxum asks, with mirth in his voice.

“Dude, she full-on just zonked out during our sexy times,” Arran says with a laugh.

I try to wake up, but the jaws of sleep are clamping down on me. I murmur, “Good little monsters are very relaxing.”

“Everything you said in that sentence is wrong,” Maxum sighs. “We are not little monsters. Morally gray at best. And we shouldn’t be relaxing. We should be making you come right now.”

“I’m coming, just tomorrow.” I mumble.

I’m lifted out of the warm water and the most sensual, huge towel is wrapped around me and I’m in love with it.

“That’s a wrap!” I call out like a drunken movie director.

I can feel a deep rumble from Maxum’s chest when he lifts me up and carries me out of the bathroom.

I’m tucked into the massive bed. It’s so big that I could get lost here for days.

“I’d like to get lost in bed with you for days, too,” Maxum says.

“You read my mind?” I ask, snuggling into his chest and feeling Arran tucking in behind me as my big spoon.

“You’re saying everything out loud,” he informs me. “And I’m a bit jealous of the towel.”

“Rain check on the magical dicking?” I ask.

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