Page 12 of Bewitching Her Monsters

He scrambles backward into the corner of his cage, surprised I’ve heard him, I think. But that is a talent of mine—hearing the thoughts of magical creatures. Less than half of the shifter population can hear these unique animals’ thoughts or the thoughts of other shifters.

The little thing glances at the other animals in the room, back at me, and toward her bedroom. “Don’t hurt the witch,” he says threateningly.

“Why shouldn’t I?” I tower over his cage, wondering if he might shift into a human form. But I don’t scent shifter magic on him. “Are you going to fight me?”

Instead of answering me, he pees. Fair enough. He probably expects that I’m going to eat him as an appetizer before the main course, the witch.

When my mind thinks of sneaking into her room and making her a meal, I imagine feasting on her pussy instead.

Goddess, I need to get laid soon. I’ve never been this distracted on a mission before.

“Tell me what you are doing here?” I demand.

“I’m a magical creature. I like to think of myself as her familiar, but—” he trails off and sighs.

“But what?”

“Jade doesn’t know I can speak. She can’t hear me like you do.”

“She’s really that stupid that she allows both of us into her home?” I rub my face, because now it seems unfair to kill her.

“Not stupid,” the furry pig explains defensively. “I don’t think she knows much about magic. But then, other times… it seems like she does. Like she might hear me, but not really.”

This little twerp doesn’t seem too bright either.

From down the hall, I hear a strange humming sound.

Is she casting a spell?

Giving up on her magical creature, I sneak down the hallway to investigate and press my ear to her bedroom door.

She’s making little mewling sounds, and my dick twitches as a whiff of arousal leaks through the door’s crack.

Is she trying to lure me in like a siren? Because the scent is intoxicating. It must be her witch magic.

Does she intend for me to shift, race in there, and fall into her trap? Maybe the whole ignorance angle is a guise of getting me to lower my guard.

She shouts out what sounds like an orgasm.

Fuck.

My cock is not immune to her dangerous seduction. I press my palm against my length, hoping to calm my raging boner.

Within moments, her breathing evens out, and she sounds to be asleep. Still, I wait another half hour before trying her door to sneak in.

Locked.

Interesting. The witch must have a clue as to what I am. Why else would she lock her bedroom door to keep out a regular dog?

I debate crashing through her locked door and torturing answers out of her. But that won’t likely work out well for me, since her grip on my libido is overwhelming.

I imagine pinning her down, demanding the truth, and my hand wrapping around her fragile throat. However, I’d end up as the tortured one as my cock would throb with the sounds of her whimpers and pleas.

Instead, I decide to check out the other rooms down the hallway. There’s a guest bath, but the other one is an office.

Traces of her magic are strongest in here. I wonder why. It doesn’t appear to be a witch’s casting space.

The walls are lined on three sides with bookshelves filled with books—not old creepy witchy books, but modern paperback novels. I pick one up and see it’s some magical fantasy romance. After a quick perusal, I find most of them are, except for a few classic fantasy books like theLord of the Ringstrilogy. I’m not much of a reader anymore, but I recognize that title.

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