Page 93 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Jake scowled, “My mate is not to be used for petty squabbles.”

I raised a brow, “On the contrary, we are not officially mates yet, and if any of you ladies have trouble with a man not treating you well, you have only to ask.”

The girls laughed.

“Looks like she will be good for you, King,” Leonie, an older woman with graying hair murmured, “Perhaps we misjudged you, Mombi. I am sorry for that. We will do better.”

Jake’s jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered.

“Be ready to leave in an hour,” he barked out, and they left in a hurry.

I wasn’t sure if he was angry at me or not. Jake had the strangest expression on his face.

“What?” I finally asked.

“Leonie,” he rubbed his chin, “She is the leader of the women, one of our strongest warriors. I am surprised that she seems to be warming to you. Honestly, I thought she would give us the most trouble.”

He gathered me into his arms, “And what was with you going against my orders?”

I blinked, “You might be king of the lions, Jake. But you are just my boyfriend.”

A wide grin split his face, “I’m your boyfriend?”

I flushed, trying to push out of his arms, “You know what I mean.”

“Boyfriend, mate, lover, husband,” his eyes twinkled, “I don’t care what you call me as long as I mean something to you.”

I bit my lower lip. The truth was, Jake meant more and more to me every second of the day.

“And your other trick,” he whispered into my ear.

“What trick?” I couldn’t think with him kissing my neck like that.

“I don’t need help being hard around you, Mombi,” he growled, biting my neck playfully.

Shivers raced up and down my spine, “Oh, that.”

He pushed his hips against me, and indeed I noted that he was hard.

“Sorry about that.”

Jake bit my earlobe, “It would be easier to believe you were sorry if you weren’t laughing at me with your eyes.”

“You just make me happy, I am not laughing,” I giggled ruining my statement.

He tightened his grip, “You make me happy, too.”

Then Jake smacked my ass hard, “Come on, we have an enemy to catch.”

He walked out of my office whistling while I stood there staring at his back.

That beast had just left me as aroused as he was.

Two could play at this game, and I was a master.

I pulled on the tightest jumpsuit that I could find. It was black and had a slit practically to my navel.

With my fuck me boots and red lipstick I was ready to do business.

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