Imp And The Beast - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,4
her favourite red crayon snapped in half… the bastards!
It was a brutal world.
Of course, her parents didn’t really name her Little Bean, no, that one was all me, and about a hundred other nicknames as well… that was kinda my thing. No, her name was Amelia Faith Draven, Fae for short by her mum, but not mom because she was English and that’s how they said it over there, giving umpf to the U like ‘Bum’. Of course, when I pointed out this similarity, she hadn’t looked impressed. But then I guess no one really appreciated being referred to as an ass, so I got it and took no offence.
“Oh no, not a buggie,” Little Bean shouted in horror, making me smile down at her.
“I know, right.” Then I winked at her, making the painted glitter stars over my eyes twinkle, causing Little Bean to giggle as I knew it would. But then the rumbling roar of anger started to get louder, as Adam had obviously managed to free himself from the chains I’d used… damn it, they were the strongest ones I could get and took me ages to find in Hell. I swear, his beast was getting stronger. Well, as long as my skinny ass could control him when he changed, then all was good and safe with the world.
“So, what was it this time, huh?” Toots asked, making me wink at her next, before suddenly my hubby in question burst into the room with his clothes ripped and near shredded. Oh dear, I came close to a partial shift this time… eeek.
Not. Good.
Suddenly, I shrieked out as my dungaree straps were gripped in a tight fist and I was physically lifted off my unsteady mound of furniture. Then I was placed on my monster feet and soon found myself looking up at the very handsome, yet furious, face of Adam.
I swear I never got used to how gorgeous and yummy he was! I mean boy oh boy, I had lucked out in the husband department, it had to be said. Because not only was he utterly delicious to look at, he was also the kindest, sexiest, sweetest, most lovely and thoughtful person I knew. Plus, he almost always put up with my crazy antics, but major emphasis on the ‘almost’ in that sentence, as it was clear I was facing one of those rare ‘almost moments’.
Of course, this angry face didn’t take away from his beauty, it just gave him that raw edge he never normally displayed often. In truth, most people would look at my husband and think he was the least threatening one in the room. But then everyone knew that looks could be deceiving and, in this case, they most definitely were as, like I said, he was the most dangerous creature in existence.
But then, having a vessel that many thought looked like some kind of sexy accountant or professor was why many didn’t find him a threat worth worrying over. Of course, they would have been wrong and in a ‘oh shit, here comes the hulk’ kinda way.
His usually well-kept appearance was long gone, and those thick black rimmed glasses he usually wore were crooked in his hurry to put them on. In truth, he didn’t need them. He merely wore them out of habit, something he never could get out of since being human… like a comfort blanket.
A comfort blanket that sat upon a straight nose that matched the angular face of a male model. High cheekbones, defined chin and perfectly shaped lips, which currently were framed by a few days of stubble that made him look more rugged. Now, as for what he usually wore, well, he had that sexy Indiana Jones’ professor look going on, making me paint a few words over my own eyelids a few times just to make him blush.
As for his fine male physic, he was tall and slim, but hid a body full of sexy lickable muscles behind layers of tweed and cotton… I’m talking six pack abs, defined biceps that had no trouble tossing my body around during sex, and corded forearms that just made me want to drool. Pecs that were muscled enough that they held pancake syrup in between the slight valley of flesh long enough for me to lick off, but not too much that he was a few pushed weights short of a man bra.
Oh, but the best part, his ass… that I swear made me want to live on