Page 63 of Castings & Curses

“Corwin,” she gasped, struggling to get closer, breathing him in, desperate for something just out of reach.

Endless moments passed as they moved together, wrapped in their own world, heat rising.

“Natalie,” he groaned. “Sweet Natalie.”

There in the middle of the room, where most of her coven’s magic had already been spent, the last bit left in the staff, the final bit she’d never planned to use rolled through them, Amari’s sex magic exploding outward, making Natalie scream and Corwin roar in ecstasy.

They lay tangled together afterward, gasping for breath, completely destroyed.

“What,” Corwin gasped, “the hell.” He gulped for air. “Was that?”

Natalie wanted to giggle, but all that came out was a gasping puff. “Amari.” And that was pretty much all she had to say.

Corwin chuckled hoarsely. “If that happens every time, I may not survive.”

“Oh, goddess.” Natalie turned her head and kissed the part of him she could reach, which happened to be his chest, and that was fine with her. “But what a way to go.”

* * *

Moonbeam was prettysure that Soraya goddess-cat had tricked her.

Which shouldn’t be a thing, right?

Shouldn’t a goddess-cat be more noble or something?

Now she had an attic room that was a little bit wet from all the storming and a wolf in her witch’s bed, which she didnotapprove of at all.

Plus there were dead flowers and all kinds of soggy things all over the floor, including her toys, her cat bed and even her window perch.

Everythingwas wet.

So was Moonbeam’s fur, which was completely unacceptable.

It took her hours of grooming to get her fur back into pristine condition, and by then, her witch and that thieving wolf had fallen asleep.

Withouther!

Not only that, but the wolf had stolen her spot. He was sprawled acrossherpillow, cuddlingherwitch, and generally taking up entirely too much space.

Moonbeam jumped onto the bed and walked all over it, rubbing her cheeks and face all over every part of the bed she could reach.

She then stood and stared at the wolf and finally decided it was his own fault.

If he was going to sleep on Moonbeam’s pillow, well then, his face would have to becomeherpillow.

Served him right.

She walked around him and the pillow several times before she finally decided on an approach.

She started at the top of the bed, first inching from the side, then from the back, until she was perfectly positioned right over his face.

She wiggled a couple moments, then slowly settled down until every part of his wolfy face was covered by her furry backside.

Ahh.

Pawsitively purrfect.

Moonbeam closed her eyes and let out a deep, rumbling purr.

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