Page 136 of Enchanting Her Monsters
The ears twitch, but his purring gives away how much he adores her words.
No one else would ever come between them again.
THE END
In my office chair, I brush my hand over my magic containment pendant, thanking it for allowing me to work on my computer as I write. I stretch, grinning at the screen. I’ve finally finished my novella just in time to send it to my editor. This isn’t exactly the full-length novel I had hoped to give readers, but it should satisfy them for the time being.
My mind is already planning my next series based loosely on my monster mates.
I race out to the living room and find Flint reading my older novels on the couch. I launch myself into his arms.
He reacts supernaturally fast and catches me, easing me into his lap.
“I finished!” I kiss his luscious lips and smile.
My gargoyle squeezes me to his chest. “I’m so proud of you.”
“What would you like to do to celebrate?” Osen asks as he saunters into the room. “I have some suggestions.”
Calder appears next to him and winks at the incubus. “I suspect most are clothing optional.”
In his wolf form, Arran races into the room and crashes into me, knocking me out of Flint’s arms. He licks my face like he hasn’t seen me in a year.
“Be careful with her!” Maxum shouts as he storms into the room.
Instantly, he shifts into a very naked Arran, pinning me down over Flint’s lap. “We missed you.”
I roll my eyes. “It was only a three hour writing session.”
“An eternity,” he whines, then kisses me.
Maxum yanks Arran off and claims me for himself, lifting me into his arms. “I’m happy for you. We should celebrate.”
“No reason to make a big deal. It’s just a novella.” I wave him off.
“Never diminish your victories,” he reminds me with a firm voice. This isn’t the first time, and I doubt it will be the last time he nails me on this behavior. “You were at it for weeks. And with everything that’s happened, I’m surprised you could focus on writing at all.”
“All cock access all the time has been mightydicks-tracting,” I joke.
Osen slides up behind me, making me the meat in the Maxum-Osen sandwich. “I haven’t been able to focus on anything but our mate bond.”
“Poor incubus needs more sexy time?” I coo.
He swats my ass. “And I’m severely deficient in the snuggle department.”
“Hug attack!” Like a wild monkey, I jump from Maxum’s hold and swing over to grab onto Osen. The guys accommodate my awkward fumbling and help transfer me over so I can crush Osen in a big hug.
He hums in my ear, desperately holding my clinging body flush against his muscular chest. “Never gets old.”
“My turn.” Calder taps Osen on the shoulder.
Instead of giving me up completely, Osen only allows a three-way hug. But I love it just as much. The love that thrums between us swells in my heart.
Maxum, Arran, and Flint join us, wrapping their arms around me, creating the world’s best group hug.
Arran’s bite mark tingles happily. Flint’s mind caresses mine. Calder’s talon marks at my back simmer with his warmth. The shadow and light in my chest stir with Osen’s bond. The marking over my heart that represents Maxum’s bond pulses with light.
I am exactly where I belong.
THE END?
