Page 37 of Witches Be Damned

“Yum.” Little Wolf plucked a fruit and put it in her mouth.

I lifted my palm to her mouth. “Spit that out. It’s poisonous. My mother’s tribe crushes the leaves into a powder to mix with water as an infusion for coughs and colds.”

She turned her head sideways and spat out the fruit. “Oops.”

I adored her enthusiasm to try new foods… just the right ones.

I showed her several more plants and explained their uses in my culture, collecting some edibles for her to try. She rejected most as they were sour and an acquired taste, better off used in pastes and herbal teas.

Then I took her off-track to a spot where I loved to camp that no one else knew about, surrounded by sweeping hills that gave us plenty of privacy. I shifted small sock fragments from the sandy ground and set up our tent. My mate fixed up everything inside while I hammered in the pegs.

When she emerged, we foraged for leaves and twigs for a fire, then returned and set up our cooking equipment.

“Here comes the fun part.” I shaved the end of a thin branch, fashioning it into a spear.

“What are you up to?” Her eyebrows crashed together.

“Hunting.” I lifted her up and guided her through the rocks, taking care to scan for snakes, spiders, and scorpions.

Within twenty minutes, I caught us some edible lizards and rabbits populated by settlers. Little Wolf closed her eyes and blocked her ears as I skinned them, skewered them, and put them on the campfire.

I lifted her from her camping chair, sat in mine, and lowered her onto my lap, wanting her body on mine. “You can open your eyes now.”

“I didn’t like that part,” she admitted.

I grew up catching animals and it didn’t bother me, but I understood she was raised differently.

“You’re welcome to eat the packed sandwiches.” I lowered my lips to her neck, reveling in the heat of her sweaty skin.

“No, I’ll brave the natural food.”

I drop kisses on her throat. “That’s my brave little mate.”

“Brave, crazy, insert other adjectives,” she joked, and I laughed.

“Perfect,” I murmured into her neck.

She shifted on my lap and smiled seductively, running her palms along my chest. “You certainly know how to make a gal feel special.”

She was special. More than special. And I was about to show her while our dinner cooked.

CHAPTER 13 - ASTRA

Raze’s kisses turned hungry and demanding, and I knew where this was headed. Down onto our sleeping bags for some fun to work up even more of an appetite. Confirming my suspicions, he lifted me over his shoulder, carrying me caveman-style into our tent, and lowering me to the floor.

“Grab our pillows,” he ordered in a gruff voice, all grit and no mercy. “We’re sleeping under the stars.” He snatched up our sleeping bags, tossing them over his shoulder, spanking me on the ass, warning me to hurry up and get back under the crimson sunset.

We emerged from our tent, settling our mat and sleeping items on the sandy ground. He claimed my hand, pulled me down, lying me beneath his massive frame as he braced himself on his fists, the appreciation of his cerulean eyes tracking over my face and throat, lighting a new blaze.

“I haven’t tasted you in so long, Little Wolf,” he growled, trailing his palms along my hips and waist, sparking a fire hotter than the one outside our tent.

“You better not have forgotten how I taste.” I unbuttoned the collar of his polo shirt and tugged the end up the bumps of his stomach, over his ribs, and off his muscular shoulders. I ran my fingers over the flex of his massive torso, loving his dark skin to my lighter tone.

“I’ll never forget a thing about you, my mate.” His sweet words were better than a rain shower on a hot day.

He tugged off the t-shirt Luna brought me to wear for my stay, his eyes flaming at my unflattering, white prison-issue bra that only my men made me feel sexy wearing.

He palmed my breasts with rough hands, his claws extending, and I braced for him to slice that baby right off. Instead, he growled, rolling me onto my side, and removing it the hard way.

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