Page 106 of Witches Be Damned

Last came a mini garden on our balcony for Raze, complete with a sand pit, baby pool, and herb garden for him to connect to the Earth. Okay… he might have gotten teased a lot for the baby pool because he was too big to sit in it, but he managed to fit his feet in, soaking them in it. He took the razzing in stride, appreciating that the guys accommodated his need for the wilderness wherever he rested his head.

The house felt warm and special compared to the cold stone of the prison. We made sure it suited our styles with all the modifications, and in time, we’d add to it with art and a coat of paint. It gave us space to be alone when we needed it or spots to hang out together. We had plenty of room to host dinners with friends or family when they came to visit with a spare room for them to crash.

A soft breeze drifted off the low tide, and I luxuriated in it, given the balmy Hawaiian spring temperatures. This was definitely the life, and I could get used to it. We’d have to pencil in some more vacation time in six months or so, after we returned to work after a much-deserved break.

Knoxe’s head dipped back, and he put his hat over his face to take an unconventional nap. Now that we were out of the dangerous prison environment, he could drop his guard and finally unwind. I flicked the page of my book and dragged my fingernails along his arm well after he snored softly.

Tor got bored reading after an hour and played frisbee with Pascal. His body strengthened every day, and he challenged himself to different activities every week to get back to his prior level of fitness. My heart stretched wide watching them laugh and play in a carefree way they hadn’t been afforded when locked up.

Raze stayed to protect his Alpha and mate, and I snuggled up between his legs, soaking up his soft touches. Tomorrow we had a hike planned in the morning, then snorkeling in the afternoon, and surfing lessons the next day. Our two-week vacation was already packed with activities. One week on the island, the second on the mainland, where we’d kayak, paddleboard, and go for a bike ride along the coast to satisfy my sporty men and wolf.

When Knoxe woke an hour later, the five us went for a stroll along the beach, climbing the rocks, investigating rock pools, and beachcombing, collecting shells, dried starfish, and coral to take home for Raze’s garden. We stopped at frequent intervals for kisses, cuddles, or my men spinning me, making me shriek and laugh. Of course, Knoxe and Tor stole some five chili pepper kisses when I was with Raze or Pascal.

“You teases!” I said to them, enjoying watching their bromance evolve.

“Don’t be jealous, Supergal.” Tor’s lips were red and swollen when he parted from Knoxe. “There’s plenty of love for you. Isn’t there, babe?” He lifted me into the air and took my breath away with a long, deep kiss.

“Endless.” Knoxe sandwiched me between their bodies and kissed me on my neck and mouth, making sure I wasn’t left out.

“What about you two?” I gestured between Raze and Pascal.

Raze glanced at Pascal with a raised brow. “I’m game if you are.”

Pascal didn’t need any convincing and marched up to Raze, clasped the back of his neck and brought him down to meet his lips for a solid forty seconds.

Raze broke away panting and smiling, respecting Pascal’s space. “I want another one of those tonight, brother.”

“You’re on.” Pascal grinned and brushed his bottom lip with his thumb in the sexiest move possible for him.

“Yes, yes, and yes!” My vagina clapped with anticipation for our bedroom antics, and I wished the sun would hurry up and set already.

Raze and Pascal touched each other, but never fucked, and I was dying to watch them explore together. To support Pascal through his sexual awakening. Holy hell, tonight was going to be a night to remember.

At the end of our exploration, Tor buried my wolf in the sand, and they laughed their heads off.

“How old are you two?” I chuckled at them as they made sandcastles.

“We’re never too old for fun, Supergal.” Tor flicked a lump of wet sand at me that landed near my feet. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

They certainly lived it up like they were teens again after losing four years of their young adulthood to the Guardians.

Hungry after our walk, we went back to our cabana and ate the sandwiches we prepared and finished off most of the fruit. The bread was a warm welcome after all the heated meals of the prison.

“This is so good,” I cooed to my men. “I’ve missed bread. The last time I ate it was at the Academy.”

“I snuck some on my weekend passes from the prison,” Tor confessed.

“Same.” Knoxe twisted his chicken and coleslaw sandwich.

“Ditto.” Pascal took another bite of his ham and salad sandwich.

“Don’t normally eat the stuff.” That didn’t stop Raze from plowing into his chicken and avocado treat. He was used to eating meals heavy on meat and vegetables.

We took it easy for the afternoon, alternating between brief stints of tanning, taking dips in the water and taking it easy under the cabana.

My body started to swelter and give off serious heat as I dove into a spicy scene of the Sugar Daddies involving a quickie in a changing room.

Knoxe must have felt it nuzzling beside me and removed an ice cube from his cocktail and slid it along my belly.

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