Page 5 of Blue Moon Mistress

“Ah,” I pull the kettle from the stove as it starts to whistle. “Would you like tea or coffee?”

“Depends on what’s in it.”

I chuckle as I pull down the canisters. “Pure arabica or Earl Grey. What you add after, is up to you.”

“Coffee and answers would be nice.”

While I set the timer for the French press, I pull a cup down. The crockery has tektite in the chips in the glaze, a stone meant to promote communication, transformation, and vitality. Perfect for my wolfy visitor in search of a conversation.

I choose the mug that has a wire wrapped bloodstone attached to the handle for similar and completely different reasons.

“I won’t need much of your fur.” Reaching up to pull loose a tendril of my own hair, I pull it apart until I can pinch the little I’ll need between my fingers. “Just this much from each of you. And I’ll take it from your ruff.”

Dropping the hair, I tap my fingers on my décolletage. His eyes follow the movement and linger.

It gives me time to look him over too.

He looks ready for a work day. Boots, jeans, a plain t-shirt underneath a Carhartt jacket. Everything fits him like he was poured into his clothing.

The third part of the spell is looking more and more delectable.

“How long will it take?”

I’m glad he asks the question again, distraction made me forget.“Casting the spell will take about five minutes. The second transformation you will go through that night should take the same amount of time your normal one does.” I wait, raising my brows, letting him supply the time for that.

“It varies, but five minutes for me, twelve or thirteen for Chase. He’s the slowest.”

It amuses me that he knows. It means that they have been together for a long time. That’s even better for my spell.

I plunge the French press and hand him his coffee, pulling cream and sugar from their places at and near the fridge.

“So five for the casting, thirteen for your change to something in between. After that, your part in the spell can technically be done, though I would suggest you take some time to get used to your new forms before you run off into the night.”

“And the second part of the spell?” He asks, taking a long sip without adding anything to the black liquid.

“That will take all of two minutes.”

Only one brow rises, cup still to his lips. And I realize he wasn’t asking about the second part, but the third.

“Two minutes to rebind the wolves’ spirits to me instead of you.

“The third part… Again, depends on you.” I stir in my cream and sugar and take a long sip. “How long does it normally take each of you to come?”

He sputters into his coffee, but he doesn’t choke on it. And when he looks up at me, there’s something scolding and dangerous in his eyes.

It’s a warning I should probably heed, but I’ve never been one to step back when I’m this close to something I want.

I set my half-full cup down on the counter and move closer to him, letting the robe slip off one shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind doing a trial run now… You can decide if you want to partake tomorrow.”

Once again, his gaze drops to my breasts. His coffee cup joins mine and his hand reaches up, his palm brushing over the silky fabric of my nightgown.

The sensation tightens my nipple to a hard bud, and I breathe in, pressing my breast more firmly into his hand.

“Would you like to try me out, Joshua?”

His eyes snap up to meet mine. And I brush the other side of my robe and strap from my shoulder.

The robe falls to my kitchen floor, the nightgown slithers to bunch at my hips.

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