Page 19 of Monster Daddies
Shit.
Her thumbs brush the ridges at the base, and my hips jerk forward against the settee before I can stop it. I'm humping the air like a youngling. Goddess be damned.
I hear Jodrick curse under his breath, but I can't look away from her.
Her lips are red and kiss-bitten, and she's staring at me like I hung the moon.
"Avalon," I warn, voice rough as broken gravel. "This shouldn't be happening. We're not good for you."
She smiles like I've handed her a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers instead of telling her that we can't be with her. "Don't you think I should be the judge of that?"
I don't have a response for that. I should pull away. I should get up, jump out of the damn window, fly to the roof and cool off.
Instead, I lean in again.
And then she says it.
"So... now that your identities have been revealed, and you're no longer hiding in the shadows, can I stop calling you my fairy godmothers and instead just go with Daddy?"
My blood turns to lava. Until I saw this girl, this beautiful, delicate human, I didn't even know things like Daddies existed, and now she's turning me on by referring to us as her Daddy Doms.
I'm so lost to my lust-filled brain, it takes me a moment to realize that Jodrick has tensed.
I pull back, stunned and confused. He wants this just as much as I do, even more than I do, I'd wager.
I look at him, my brow raised in question, but he focuses his attention on Avalon.
Jodrick gently eases her out of his arms, not angry, not hurt—just quiet. He settles her next to him, his touch reverent.
"Avalon..." he says softly. "Little human, I... We—" He scrubs a hand over his face, clearly struggling. "You're already in a relationship. We shouldn't have made any moves, but I couldn't stay away. I'm so sorry I forgot about your Daddy."
Well, fuck. He's right. We took advantage of the mate bond and muddled her brain.
Avalon blinks up at him, confusion creasing her brow.
"My Daddy?" And then her face lights as she comes to some conclusion. "Daddy Drè?" she asks again.
Jodrick nods, careful. Still wary.
She giggles.
Actually giggles.
"Oh! You're both so adorable!" she says brightly, and I nearly choke.
Adorable? Is she blind? Has her mind been addled?
Jodrick groans.
"Daddy Drè isn't myboyfriendor anything like that," she rushes to explain when she catches sight of what is probably a murderous expression on my face. "It's like... super platonic. We've been friends online for years. It's more a comfort thing. For both of us."
She giggles again, drawing another groan from Jodrick, and an annoyed rumble from me.
"Oh my goodness, he'd have such a laugh at hearing someone thought there was anything romantic going on between us."
"So you're not together?" I ask, already hating how much hope leaks into my voice. When did I start caring? How did I get from being completely opposed to the idea to being hopeful we might stand a chance with her?
Was the girl a damn witch?
