Page 4 of Monster Mishap

That part of me that aches to belong clings to his jealousy, but the rational part of me knows he has no right.

“My roommate,” I explain, lifting my chin. “I was at Edgar’s when I—” When I what? One moment I was riding a dildo and the next I was riding Orcus and this thing snapped tight between us and now I have ESP and he’s accusing me of being his mate and knowing his father.

Hold on… he’s accusing me of something I’ve only ever read about, and I can feel his emotions which means maybe I don’t have ESP… maybe it’s something more. Something paranormal and not humanly possible. Maybe in my orgasmic laced panic I heard him wrong.

“There’s a lot happening right now,” I say, voice strained as I try not to freak out more than I already am. “But did you say mate?”

TWO

One does not simply reject a mate as beautiful as her

ORCUS

My father is determined to have me take the throne, but by law, to inherit it, I need a mate. Replacing him as king also means incurring the brunt of the furies’ anger. I’ve refused to take on that responsibility. He’s the one who pissed them off in the first place. The king has sent dozens of temptresses my way. I foolishly took a few to bed before I realized what they were interested in and who sent them. They wanted the crown, not me. Thank Hecate, none of them were my mates. All those times were different.

But this creature… as much as I’m pissed, I can’t stop admiring her.So soft.I can’t stop thinking about how she stretched to accommodate me.

Dammit. This is what he wanted.

Heart racing as worry curls around me, I swallow the onslaught of panic the seductress is emitting and forget about my anger for a moment to study her. Her lips purse, so fucking soft and delectably kissable. Red hair askew and wet, sticking to her chest and barely covering her nipples, my mouth waters and my balls ache to fill her cunt.

“There’s a lot happening right now, but did you say mate?” the seductress asks with a flutter of nerves that churn in my gut.

My fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to pull her onto my lap and soothe that worry.That cursed bond. A slow simmering anger builds in my chest.

“Isn’t that why you were sent? To seduce me and see if Hecate deemed you worthy enough to be my mate?” I lean forward, trying to intimidate the beautiful creature with my size.

Tipping her head back, wide emerald eyes framed by thick black lashes clash with mine. My heart skips a beat. A dusting of freckles covers her nose, and I fight the urge to memorize their constellations.

I’m fucked.

I don’t know how she made it happen, but the mate bond ties me to her forever. Forging a bond is more than us having sex. Aside from the consummation, there has to be substance, a reason,fate. Hecate must bless the pairing. Either she conned the goddess or… no. There’s no way the bond was meant to be. The goddess would surely know better than to link me to anyone working with my father, especially after what he’s done. Or maybe this is the furies’ way of punishing me for his crimes. Perhaps they’ve forced this bond to make me suffer.

“Who sent you?” I ask again.

She narrows her eyes. Preparing to fight, her defiance glides over me like a warm caress. My cock stirs in interest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but no one sent me, and I didn’t seduce you into… whatever you think I seduced you into.”

I mentally stroke the bond, watching her pupils flare as her chest heaves. The flush on her cheeks burns brighter, a pretty shade of red just for me. Enjoying that reaction a little too much, I caress her through the bond again.

“What,” the seductress sucks in a sharp breath, “is that?” Her forehead crinkles with what appears to be confusion, but if my father sent her, she’s being paid to pretend this was all an accident that worked out in her favor.

“The bond you forced on me.” Not able to stand the distance any longer, I grip her ankles under the water and yank her forward. Water surges over the sides of the bathing pit, and she squeals, a sound that I’ll commit to memory, and grabs my tusks again. I grunt and ignore the way her burst of surprise sends need slithering through my body.

There’s another possibility. My father could have found a witch and paid her to cast a spell, tricking me into thinking that there’s a bond. I know plenty of powerful magic users, and so does my father. That has to be it. None of this is real. This bond is an illusion, and I’m tired of being played for a fool.

“Undo the spell,” I snap.

“What spell?” She shrieks as I grab her around the waist and slide her up my thighs. Her skin is so smooth. The bathing pit is big enough that her legs spread wide to frame my lap.

My erection points in her direction, but I ignore it. “Stop lying,witch. Break the pretend bond,” I demand, raising my voice enough that she flinches ever so slightly and a spark of fear slaps me across the face. I grind my teeth and refuse to acknowledge the wedge of guilt settling in my chest.

She recovers in the next instant, glowering at me and using the hold on my tusks to pull my face toward hers. “Stop. Being. Rude!” she snarls, positively miffed at my brutish behavior.

The bond rankles and urges me to make her happy.Witch craft. What will it take for my father to realize I’m not going to be his puppet?

I lower my voice. “Release me of the enchantment and I’ll let you leave.”

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