Page 62 of Castings & Curses

“She’s kissing him back, isn’t she?”

“She’salwayskissed him back,” Muezza said. “Kissing has never been the problem!”

“Well, whatisthe problem then?” Soraya demanded.

They fell silent as the coven crept down the stairs toward the second floor, leaving Natalie and her wolf in a clinch that went on and on and on.

The two stumbled toward the bed and fell into it, rolling across it, still kissing.

“Huh,” Muezza said.

“Told you,” Soraya said smugly. “There’s no problem at all, is there?”

“Not anymore,” Bygul said.

It really was strange how one kiss could cause all kinds of confusion or angst in a relationship, while another kiss, between the same couple, could be the one to make everything right again.

“Good job, team,” he said. “We’ll keep an eye on the couple, but I think they’ve finally got it figured out.”

“Just in time, too,” Soraya said. “Because I’ve got a cat in desperate need of a placement and I think he’ll make a pawsitively purrfect addition to this coven.”

Oh, great.

* * *

Natalie had already decidedto accept the wolf as her mate before he even arrived at the coven house that day, so even though he was a bit high-handed moving in without even talking to her about it, she definitely appreciated the gesture.

Not that she was going to tell him that or anything.

And not that she didn’t plan on giving him a hard time, pretty much for the rest of his days, about his ‘somebody’s gotta make the sacrifice’ speech.

Yeah, he was never going to live that one down, but the minute Moonbeam landed on her shoulder and shoved her into Corwin’s arms, she decided to let it go, at least for now.

From that moment on, he was hers.

Or she was his.

And somehow, her epic, legendary, immortal love story began with a heated, passionate embrace that sent them rolling across her bed and tearing each other’s clothes off.

The moment they met skin-to-skin, her coven’s powers—allof them—surged and raged around the attic room.

Fire that rose and died under a raging thunderstorm.

Flowers that bloomed and long-dead bones that rattled underground.

Items that flew around the room and a thousand possibilities that exploded in her mind’s eye.

The past, the future, the ecstasy of now.

Corwin surged over her, capturing her mouth with his.

His tongue swept inside and all the possibilities floated away in the heat of his kiss.

Everything flying dropped to the floor and the bones fell silent in their graves.

The flowers wilted and the thunderstorm died, the fire dying with it.

Corwin captured her hands with his, wound their fingers together and staring into her eyes, sank deep.

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