Page 24 of Wishing Upon a Monster (Monster Brides Romance #40)

Aurora

T he ringing of my phone woke me up the next morning. My sister Annaliese’s name flashed across the screen. I swiped to accept the call.

“Ugh,” I groaned into the phone.

“I gave you a whole ass month, bitch. You’re going to meet me, Ainsley, and Momma at noon, and we are all, Olan included, going to lunch to get to know your beau.

You can’t get out of it, Nash, who is not your supervisor anymore—thanks for the heads up, by the way— was still able to access your schedule and said you were free.

” My sister, the most cheerful Magic User ever spawned, said.

I could hear her bouncing through the phone.

“Nash is a dead fae walking,” I grumbled, trying to extract myself from said beau. We were wrapped up in each other tighter than a sea witch’s tentacles tangling with a Kraken.

“Tell your sister we will be there, but where are we meeting in the daylight with one such as me?” Olan’s gritty morning voice made me shiver. It was a Pavlovian response; that voice usually meant I was going to be eaten out until I had orgasmed twice.

“Tell your Olan that we are going to meet at Spellbinders Cafe in Locksley. It's a magic town, so his emerging from the Willow Street well shouldn’t be traumatizing for anyone.” She yelled, “‘kay byyeeeeee,” and then hung up.

I flopped back on Olan, my back to his front. I was tired, things had just been full on lately, and a day in bed, even if we weren't sleeping, sounded a whole hell of a lot better than lunch at the Spellbinder.

“I know we don’t have a lot of time,” he murmured, his shadows tracing along my body, dipping in between my legs, and wrapping around my breasts. “But I would like to help my wife greet the day properly,” he said, then licked into my willing mouth.

His shadows caressed my flesh, winding through my folds and separating them to give his fingers unrestricted access.

He gathered my already embarrassing amount of slick to work my clit while his shadows formed the most delicious dildo.

I loved when Olan fucked me bare, his cock’s differences more than getting the job done, but when his shadows wrapped around his member, adding ridges, bumps, and tentacle-like protrusions, it frankly confused my vagina into the most pleasurable situations.

Olan made me wet beyond reason, but his shadows made me gush.

Today, they thrust into me in textured waves and twists, massaging my walls and making me moan.

“I did some research,” He whispered as I fucked his shadows, “Let me show you something new I found?”

“Mmmhmm,” I groaned as a shadow circled my back entrance, teasing my hole.

I had never done that with anyone before, but something about Olan made me lose my inhibitions and try things like being fucked by shadow tentacles.

I felt myself get even wetter as he took over, tweaking and clamping my nipples as his shadows manipulated my pleasure.

“I’m not, I’m not going to be able to last,” I panted, feeling the tell-tale rush of sensation building deep within my pussy.

“Then you should come for me,” he said, nipping my shoulder as the dildo in my pussy suctioned on my g spot at the same time the small teasing tendril finally breeched my ass.

I clamped down so hard when I came, I saw stars. I hollered, jerking, as wave after wave of my orgasm crested over me. Olan worked me through it, and the shadows dissipated. I wasn’t the only one who came; my back was sticky with his release.

Even though he was focused on breeding me, or practicing, as I called it, sometimes he couldn’t resist coming outside of my body.

For some reason, that made me feel ridiculously sexy.

“If we are going to be gone for most of the day, we better start our day now,” I said, rolling off Olan and stretching.

“With the changes I made to the bathroom, we could speed up the process by taking a shower together,” He suggested, walking around me to the bathroom.

“I don’t know,” I said teasingly, “would you be able to keep your hands to yourself?”

“ Min s?de skat , you should know I am a god who keeps his word,” he said solemnly.

“We will see. Sometimes things can break that control.” I turned the shower on a little hotter than the warm I preferred.

He got into the shower and stood beneath the spray as the water beat down on his obsidian skin.

The morning light, coupled with the beading water, cast beautiful little rainbows from his flesh.

He made even the simplest things we did just a bit more beautiful.

I got into the shower too, sinking to my knees .

“ Min elskede ,” he warned.

“You said you would keep your hands to yourself.” I took his thick shaft in hand and slid down his velvety length.

Olan hadn’t cast his body-bending spell on my mouth, but I felt that even if I couldn’t get very far down his shaft, that was what hands were for.

He bucked in my hands, cursing, raising his hands to the top of the shower where the decorative edging formed a groove. He clasped that for dear life when I took his heavy sack in hand and rolled his balls, giving them a squeeze.

He made an unintelligible sound when I licked his cockhead, it was mostly shaped like a human’s, with a small frill of skin that I loved; the frill tickled the roof of my mouth as I took just the tip of him inside.

I bobbed my head, testing how far back I could take him while using my hands to glide along the rest in a twisting motion. Then I sucked.

At that point, Olan ceased being successful in keeping his hands to himself.

We materialized over the well on Willow Street at ten minutes to twelve.

Olan was wearing a V-neck tee-shirt at my request, paired with his black pants that draped like linen, and for the first time, black dress shoes.

I had curled my hair into waves, keeping the short strands away from my face with little gold clips that Olan gave me.

I wore a pair of dark, wide-leg jeans with buttons up the front instead of a zipper, and a blue, bell-sleeved top with a little scalloped collar.

Olan had also given me large gold heart-shaped earrings that were delightfully chunky.

I paired everything with a pair of black leather clogs that my mother had gotten me this past Yule.

“Ready?” I asked, accepting my purse from Olan as he pulled it from its safekeeping spot in one of his pocket realms.

“Are you? Should I be worried about meeting your mother?” he asked, taking my arm like a gentleman.

We strolled out from the small garden where the whimsical well was located onto Willow Street proper.

“I wouldn’t say worried. No matter what she thinks, we are together,” I tried not to notice the people trying not to notice us. People in magical small-town America were getting better about seeing all kinds of beings.

If we didn’t make any sudden movements, they wouldn’t be talking about the shadow creature that terrorized their town for the next twenty-odd years.

“This is true,” he said, bending down to kiss me on the head.

I heard a few “awws” from around us, and I blushed. I was happy to see I wasn’t alone in my embarrassment, noting the purple tinge to my husband’s face.

The respectful, quiet observations couldn’t last, though. Like a minotaur in a china shop, my sister Annaliese charged through the few unfortunate beings on the sidewalk and threw her arms open. “SISTERRRRRR!” she cooed, hugging me tightly.

I glared at Olan, his hands now in his pockets as he smiled down at us.

“Honestly, Annaliese!” My momma scolded, following behind her at a distance with Ainsley.

Momma and Ainsley were dressed in pastel midi dresses with cardigans over top. Momma’s red hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and so were Ainsley’s blonde locks.

Whereas Annaliese.. .

“Anna, are you trying to give Momma an aneurysm?” I whispered, pulling back and taking in her loose, wavy blonde hair, pale blue crop top, cutoff jeans, and chunky croc sandals.

“Every day, little sister, though you do a better job of it than I!” She stuck her tongue out before letting go and bouncing back, extending a hand to Olan. “Hey there, brother-in-law, nice to meet ya!”

He very gently took her hand and gave it a gentle shake before wrapping his arm around me and hooking his thumb in my jean pocket.

“You should have walked! It’s not like they were running away! Hello, dear,” my momma said before popping Anna on the arm.

I laughed. “Hi Momma, hi Lee, can I introduce you to my...Olan?”

“Husband,” he said, unwrapping his arm and bowing low to my mother and sister.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” Lee said, “how do you feel about a June wedding?”

‘What?” I said in disbelief.

“I’m open to celebrating our union in any way that my bride wishes,” the traitor said.

“Now wait just a darn minute!” I said, but my family began walking away, chatting about how good I would look in white.

Olan agreed, wrapping his arm around me again and pulling me along after my chatty family.

“Well, you may have made her an honest woman in your culture, dear,” my mother said, “but it’s important to do the same here in hers. Her father and I are more than willing to foot the bill for our youngest daughter to be formally married.”

“I would feel more comfortable in paying for things myself,” Olan replied.

“I would prefer that no one pay for anything at all!” I cried out. “Honestly, I’m happy where we are at, Momma. Do we have to talk about this right now? You haven’t even tried to get to know him yet, and you are talking about a wedding ceremony?”

We walked into Spellbinder’s café, bypassing the hostess stand completely and going out back to their charming patio where, to my growing horror, the rest of my family sat.

Like my mother, they were dressed in pale shades for their dress shirts paired with khaki-colored slacks, and leather dress shoes––except for Adriel, who was wearing Toms.

I reached out and pulled a strand of Anna’s hair. “You, Ainsley, and Momma, huh?”

She hissed, whipping her head around and glaring at me.

“Oh, don't go blaming your sister,” my dad said as he stood, extending his hand to Olan, who shook it. My brothers each gave Olan nods.

Male posturing bullshit.

“We bullied your sisters into letting us all join your luncheon last minute,” he said, gesturing for us to sit.

Olan looked at the small wrought iron chairs in front of us and waved his hand at them. Black smoke and gold shimmering magic surrounded the tiny seats, transforming them into a larger bench seat with a back tall enough for him to lean back, and plenty of room for me to join him.

We sat, with me purposefully sitting on the bench and not Olan’s lap.

I could feel the mental pouting from him.

“Hush, you.” I situated myself, putting a napkin in my lap.

“What has my daughter all in a snit?” My father asked, passing us menus.

“Momma and Ainsley are planning my wedding without consulting me and are trying to manipulate Olan into agreeing to things before they even asked him how he was doing today!” I growled.

Olan put a hand on my knee, “ Min skat , I was not trying to upset you.”

"Ladies,” My father tsked, “I thought we were going to let them lead when it came to how they wanted to publicly announce their relationship? If you keep pushing your wants on her, she will leave. Remember what happened last time.”

"Last time wasn’t good enough for her,” Aiden said, with the rest of my brothers echoing similar sentiments.

I sighed, “So you’re just excited, Lee?” I leaned back on my seat, looking up at the blue spring sky.

“Yeah,” she said quietly.

I turned to her, my head still resting on the back of my chair. “Kenton was a tool,” I said.

Antiono, snorted, which set off Aiden and Adriel. Then we were all laughing.

After the laughter naturally died down, I let out a breath. Sitting up and facing my family, “I’m sorry I let Kenton treat me badly enough to give Lee trauma.”

“Hey!” Lee protested, “that’s not why I have trauma!”

My father cut her off. “We overstepped with the Hemlock boy. We forbade you from being with him, your brothers gave him a hard time, and we created this Romeo and Juliet type situation when there didn't need to be one.”

“Thankfully, you didn’t use his family’s potions to fake your own deaths to escape us,” Antiono said.

“No, but to be fair, he encouraged the separation, though.” I played with my napkin, twisting it in my lap. “Then we broke up, and I kind of threw myself into work hardcore...”

“So hardcore that one night you came home with a husband?” my father asked. “We’d like to hear about that, if y'all'd tell us? ”

“Sure,” I said, looking to Olan, “it all started with some red caps...”

I told my parents and siblings about almost dying, and Olan saving my life. He added in how I had woken him up from his almost permanent slumber, which made my mother teary-eyed, to how I realized we were in a life debt marriage contract, but how that seemed less of an issue, now, because––

“Oh, you’re falling in love with him!” Anna squealed, tossing her toast high in the air, much to an opportunistic bird’s delight. That toast didn’t even touch the ground; it was gone that fast, making all of us laugh.

I could feel my face was bright red from embarrassment, everyone seemed so focused on telling me I was falling in love with Olan, even Olan, that I wondered if I’d ever get to tell him the words myself? Maybe that was unfair.

Olan pulled me closer, the outside of our thighs touching. “I would happily wait a thousand years for you to tell me you loved me. It is meaningless coming from anyone else, min elskede .”

I turned redder, this time from happiness.