Page 16 of Witches Be Damned

Oh. My. God. Hot biker. I hadn’t read a good MC romance in so long. I went through a phase years before my time in the Guardians. Lonely nights and all that. Reality snapped me out of that fantasy quickly.

The female stroked her round and very heavy belly. Looking at it made my back ache. She must be carrying twins. Giant twins.

I went to help her sit down, but Raze jerked me back, rumbling a warning at the two intruders.

“None of that in front of my mate, shifter, or I’ll be forced to bind you while Aaliyah examines you.” The enforcer’s tone stayed surprisingly calm, telling me he was equipped to deal with cases like this.

Raze didn’t like that threat and responded.

I gave my wolf an elbow to his belly, warning him to bring it down ten notches. “They’re here to help us, remember?”

“Glad we understand each other, shifter.” The biker moved past us and set down a backpack on Raze’s coffee table. Then he went back to his gorgeous girlfriend, wrapping an arm over her shoulder, guiding her to a chair. “How do you want to do this, Sorceress?”

O.M.G., he had sexy nicknames for his girl like my men.

The size of her belly and her waddle said she wasn’t able to crouch on the ground and tend to us. “Sit them at the kitchen stools, Daddy.”

I mentally calculated which of my men I could use that nickname on. Either Raze or Knoxe. Ugh, I got sidetracked when I needed to concentrate. Damn these two for being so cute!

Back to Castor, aka Daddy. What a looker. Not what I expected from a biker. Curled hair to his shoulders, amber eyes, tanned skin, and Egyptian hieroglyph tattoos on his fingers. Sexy, with a capital S.

The biker unzipped the bag and peeled the front back, exposing a litany of surgical supplies, then beckoned for us to take a seat.

“Will that be comfortable for you, Aaliyah?” I moved to the seat, tugging my wolf with me. “Do you need to sit as well?”

“It’ll be fine, honey.” Her aquamarine eyes scanned us both, and I detected a hint of ancient power within her.

At five-six, she was a little taller than me. Sleek, long, black hair rested over her shoulders and on her back. Her stubborn nose and firm mouth said she didn’t let anyone push her around. Raze would have to be on his best behavior from here on out.

“You got a blanket, shifter?” the enforcer asked. “I don’t want your junk in my mate’s face.”

Aaliyah huffed at him like he insulted her professionalism. “Dicks don’t bother me. Are you wounded there, Wolfy?”

“No,” Raze grunted, using my body to cover himself. “There’s a blanket in my cupboard. First on the right.” He made no move to leave me, forcing Castor to excuse himself and retrieve it.

Awkward.

The biker reappeared with a woolen blanket in his arms. Raze sat in the chair, shook it over his hips and legs, and lifted me onto his lap.

The biker’s amber eyes fogged over with gold.

Aaliyah slapped his thigh. “Don’t be nosey, Daddy.”

His eyes returned to their normal amber. “I like to know who we’re working with, Sorceress. They’re Guardians by the emblem on her uniform.”

Damn. Busted. Too late to cover it with my palm.

Aaliyah whacked his leg. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I do my research and protect my sorceress.”

Er, who were these two? Not witches or warlocks, by the look of them. Their magick felt older, ancient, and didn’t rely on spells. The kind I met once before…

“Hi, I’m Astra, and this is my mate, Raze.” I got out the introductions, hoping to clear up my questions. “He’s really on edge, so no sudden moves, and for the love of God, no teeth or aggression.”

“I would be too, if I were electrocuted,” Aaliyah replied, setting up her own medical gear on the kitchen counter. Antibacterial rinses, creams, bandages—all in order of use. Something I’d do for my Asperger’s, though her system felt different. Methodical and in order of procedure, the way a nurse or doctor set them up.

I frowned. “How’d you know that?”

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