Page 107 of Charming Her Monsters

For the night, we barely fit on the large bed. Calder opts to use the couch as I had thought he might. He’s not ready yet, and I understand.

Flint sleeps on Jade’s one side, Maxum on her other. My need to be near her has me between Maxum’s and Jade’s lower halves. I’m holding her legs, burying my face in the seam of her thighs, and breathing in her fragrance.

After they are all asleep I decide I need to find the perfect spot for what I have in mind.

I make it just outside the front door when I hear rustling behind me. Jade.

I spin and pin her to the outside of the building and capture her mouth with mine.

She sucks in a breath of surprise, but quickly melts into my arms. When I break away, she asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, my sweet witch.” I grab her ass with both hands and pull her hips into mine. She can feel my growing member wishing to claim her. Only a thin, long t-shirt she borrowed from Maxum and tiny panties separate me from my dream woman.

“Then what are you doing out here so late?” She glances down at my nakedness. “Are you going to shift?”

“Yes, I was going to hunt for something. But now, I think I’ll hunt you.” Nipping at her bottom lip, I scent her perfume blooming with the arousing thought.

“Me?” Her hazel-green eyes widen and glow with excitement.

Her magic is coming in, and it doesn’t quite feel like any witch’s magic I’ve felt before. But perhaps she is something different. She’s able to channel supernatural beings after all.

I grin wickedly when I see she’s wearing her slip-on shoes. “How does that sound? Would you like me to chase you, catch you, and fuck you into the ground like the naughty, delicious witch you are?”

“I don’t approve of running as a rule, but I’m willing to make an exception in this case. Sign me the fuck up.”

I chuckle and inhale her natural perfume along her neck. Then I rub my cheek against hers, marking her with my scent. I step back, letting her see my bare form.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

“You better run, because I’m going to devour you once my berserker catches you.”

“Holy hell,” she curses and runs for the trees, her plump ass jiggling perfectly.

My wolf and berserker want to launch forth from my body and give chase now, but I force them to be patient. We need to give her something of a lead or it will be over too soon.

I sniff the air and pick up the harmless creatures of the surrounding forest. I approximate where the river is, which Jade is heading toward now. We hate letting her out of our sight, so I shift into my wolf form to heighten my senses, and trot after her.

It saddens me knowing that my sexual time with Jade will always be with my berserker. He’s the one in control when I’m feeling too much. And I’m so deep in my emotions when I’m with Jade that I don’t see how I, in my human form, will ever be the one to make love to her. Thankfully, I’m present and conscious when he’s in control… even more so in the last few days, since Jade helped me accept that cursed side of myself. I no longer believe he will hurt her.

My wolf scents Jade’s excitement, and my berserker bursts forward, no longer content to wait. He was patient when we licked her sweet pussy in the bathroom earlier, but he’s done waiting.

Honestly, we’re all done. We want her. We want to claim her as ours.

I howl at the moon, knowing it will happen tonight.

She. Is. Ours.

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CAUGHT

JADE

One of my most reckless fantasies is coming true. I just hope it turns out okay. Arran had warned me that his berserker is exactly that: he’s out of control. And I’ve agreed to be hunted by the most dangerous hunter out there.

I don’t think the berserker wants to hurt me, but he’s huge, much bigger than Arran’s usual form. Standing over six foot six, he’s pure muscle, claws, and teeth. They created the berserker as a curse to represent how beastly and out-of-control Arran can be. He was created to keep him separate from his humanity and lash out at the ones he loves.

Except the berserker has shown me kindness and care. Perhaps it’s because I’m a witch? Am I breaking the curse? Or is Arran’s acceptance helping him integrate this wild side?

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