Page 90 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“What the fuck is going on here? Shut that damn music off immediately and clean this place up. Do you lazy asses have any idea of the favor that Mombi is doing us by allowing us to stay?”

I heard grumbling and shuffling about, and suddenly there was blessed silence, the music was finally off. My head lost the tense pressure I hadn't realized was there. I was so damn tired, we hadn't gone to be bed until late, discussing the Dorothy issue.I contemplated making my way back to the master bedroom, but Jake’s bed was right here and smelled just like him.

I didn’t hesitate before climbing into the soft covers and allowing my eyelids to fall.

The next time I awoke, I was wrapped tightly in the arms of a lightly snoring lion shifter. Jake’s massive cock was digging into my back as his breathing softly ruffled my hair.

One of Jake’s hands cradled my breast while the other had me around the middle pulled tightly against him with our legs entangled.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, although one thing kept coming to mind—this felt right.

Well then.

I felt his lips against the back of my neck, “Good morning, Mombi.”

I snuggled back into him, causing him to moan as my ass made contact with his morning wood, instead of being pressed against my back.

“Morning, Jake,” my voice was a lot huskier than I had anticipated it being. I tried to clear my throat, “Erm. Thank you for taking care of the pride this morning. I was ready to boot the lot of them out.”

Jake sighed, his hands wandering a bit. I almost didn't catch the next statement as he starts caressing my breast through the thin tank top.

“You don’t have to worry about them. I will get the pride back to where they are supposed to be.”

“Why did you leave?” for a moment, I surprised even myself. I didn't want to be that clingy person, but it had really hurt when he left.

Jake kissed my head, “It was the hardest thing I have ever done. But I had to take the target off your back and I knew that Eric wouldn’t be the leader that they needed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell you my plan. I had to make it as real as possible.”

“Were you ever going to come back? I mean, if Scarecrow hadn’t have called you.”

I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but I desperately wanted to know the answer.

“I had plans to return a few weeks ago, but when Indy came to Scarecrow, he asked me to stay on as a personal favor. I owed him one, so I did. But make no mistake, Mombi, I was always coming back. The question was only when.”

I felt something tighten in my chest.

“I promise you, Mombi, I will never leave again. Pride or no pride, I am not giving you up.”

“But I am not a shifter,” I whispered my biggest fear, “they will never accept me.”

“That is their damn problem. I honestly feel that Eric has probably screwed things up enough that they will welcome the both of us with open arms.”

“Both of us?”

“You are my mate, Mombi,” he growled in my ear. “I know it in my soul. You are afraid. I know that. Let me prove that I can be the man you need.”

It was time to take a leap of faith. I took a deep breath, “Okay.”

His wandering hands stopped, “Okay, you are my mate, or okay to proving myself?”

A smile broke across my face, “The second one!”

Jake flipped us so that he was on top of me, pressing in “I can handle that.”

I tipped my hips up into his erection, “It seems that you are happy to see me.”

He barked out a laugh, “Princess, my dick is always happy to see you.”

I grabbed his ass, pressing his pelvis down against me. His cock lining up with my core, he thrust gently, and I wished our clothes to perdition.

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