Page 130 of Elora and the Crow

They smiled at each other before Jonah said, “So, alone at last.”

“We are, and I have the perfect suggestion for what we can do.”

“Is that right?” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “What’s that?”

A glass jar full of a swirling pink liquid rose from the bookshelf and floated toward them.

“You can help me with a new potion I’m working on,” Elora said. “All I need is for you to drink this liquid.”

“Hard pass,” Jonah said.

“What? C’mon, just try it. For me?” Elora said.

He shook his head. “The last time I drank one of your potions, my feet turned orange, and my feathers sprouted mushrooms for three days.”

Elora laughed so hard that the jar of liquid quivered wildly in the air before she sent it floating back to the bookshelf. “Okay, but in my defense, potions on an animal are harder to perfect, and I am a much better witch now than I was last year.”

“Don’t care, still not drinking it,” Jonah said.

“Fine,” Elora gave him a fake pout that made him laugh.

He nuzzled her neck again. “If I promise to take you upstairs and eat your pussy, will you forgive me for not being your potion guinea pig?”

“Yes,” she said as his big hand squeezed her breast and a slow heat unfurled in her body. “I heartily endorse this plan.”

He grinned and scooped her up in his arms before carrying her out of the living room. “I love you, little witch.”

“I love you too, Jonah.”

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