Page 53 of Witches Be Damned

He smiled at my obvious attempt to earn more massage time, but his wolf loved to spoil me.

The need to delve back into an old pastime crept up on me as my wolf dug into my muscles and forced them into capitulation.

“Can I borrow your phone, my wolf?” I asked.

“What for?” Raze reached over and lifted his phone from the coffee table, dropping it into my palm.

“I’m a nosey bish and need to catch up on the BookTok community.”

“BookTok?” Raze raised an eyebrow at me. My wolf wasn’t interested in social media and preferred the outdoors to computer pursuits.

“You know.” I waved my hand. “Smutty books on TikTok.”

Raze’s grip on my calve tightened. “I don’t like that idea. They’ll trace you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t contact anyone.” I downloaded the app I wanted and activated it. “I’ll create a bogus account and stay incognito. They won’t know a thing.”

“Five minutes, tops.” Raze set the rule, and I tickled his hair, silently agreeing to it. My selfishness was not jeopardizing the shelter and his pseudo-family.

“Thank you.” I placed my palm down on the back of his rugged hand and squeezed. “How does Werewolf Romance Smut sound for an account name?”

“No,” Raze growled.

“No to the account name or the activity?”

“Name.” His fingers worked their magick on my stubborn muscles, though not as well as Tor’s, since he trained in sports Physiotherapy and knew how to make my muscles submit to his will and relax.

I went back to the TikTok account name field and tapped my finger, thinking of a fresh name. “Fine. What about Werewolf Spicy Romance?”

Raze glared from under his heavy brows. Tough crowd. I guess he didn’t want to be stuck with such a romance girly account name.

“Okay. No wolf names. Got it.”

“No smut or spice names,” he corrected.

I poked out my tongue. “Party killer.”

He leaned in, clasped the back of my neck and licked my tongue. “Something non-sexual.”

Boring. This type of thing would be right up Tor’s alley, and we would have come up with the most ridiculous name. My heartbeat slowed in longing for my Superguy… and my Viking and White Lightning.

I typed in another name in hope my wolf would accept it. “What about Growly Beast?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m not even going to use it.”

I totally typed in Growly Alpha Heroes and bit back my giggles.

Raze’s chest went off and he snatched the phone back, reading the name. “You can’t help yourself.” He spanked my thigh and dropped his phone into my waiting palms.

“Nope.” I smiled cheekily and finished setting up the rest of the account.

With that out of the way, I scrolled the latest BookTok news until my heart was content. One name kept appearing. Who the hell was Professor Cal?

Burning with curiosity, I clicked on a video, getting hit with a deep, sensual voice, “Spread those legs wider for me, baby. Let me give you what you need. Your pussy needs this, doesn’t it, my greedy little whore?” He hissed and made humming noises that rumbled as deep as Raze’s voice.

A spike of lust went through me. One video and I was hooked. I needed more of that dirty, dark, demanding voice.

Raze sniffed me out in a millisecond, and before I had the chance to click on another video, he snatched the phone back and gathered intel on the man he didn’t want me listening to. “What the hell is that? Is this the kind of thing you listen to in your spare time?”

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