Page 62 of Witches Be Damned

“Welcome back, Supergal.” Tor’s arms were a firm, loving, blanket of support, and I let one arm fall from Pascal’s back to brush my man’s hair.

“Hi, Superguy.” My voice came out muffled because I buried my face in Pascal’s broad chest, inhaling his scent, which mingled with the amber and spice of Knoxe and the sweet cinnamon and hazelnut of my Candyman. “I got all your texts and loved them.”

Tor grinned. “You snorted, did you?”

I twisted my mouth to the left and stayed silent on that one.

“I knew it!” His hand brushed my hair.

Pascal clasped my chin, tilting my head back to take his kiss, soft and warm, lifting my heart into a lighter beat. After a long kiss and cuddle, he reluctantly relented and released me to my next man.

Knoxe’s embrace swallowed me. “I’ve been a wreck without you, Sunset.”

Same here. Sleep came in restless fits even within my big, bad wolf’s embrace. To be honest, I missed the comfort of being surrounded by all my men, all their hands on me, two bodies snuggled on either side, the five of us squished into two single cots, lying on our sides. The sound of their breathing at night, the creak of the bed as one of them shifted, waking in the morning to adoring kisses and affectionate strokes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back with you.” I clutched Knoxe’s biceps, never wanting to let him go, wanting to stay locked in his embrace.

“Don’t be.” Knoxe crushed me tighter. “We were terrified our brother might hurt you if we moved wrong.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” I held back tears. “He was electrocuted and his nervous system was out of whack.” I said the last part low for privacy from the guards.

“Is he good now?” Knoxe tucked my head under his chin and brushed the back of it.

“Yes,” I replied.

We went silent after that, no talk of Raze. Strict protocol to protect him from eavesdropping sentries or cameras picking up sound.

Tor switched beats and introduced more amusement into the conversation. “Excuse me, babe. You’ve been lovesick and mooning over Supergal’s absence. It’s Cupid’s fault.”

I sniff-laughed and added to the tease pile on about to unload. “Aw. Love my big softie.”

The shift of Knoxe’s body screamed he gave Tor a middle finger.

“Aw, fuck it.” Tor continued his winding up of Knoxe. “He’s been a grumpy, sappy bastard, and won’t cuddle me.”

I snorted into Knoxe’s chest. “Is that true, my Viking warrior?” I leaned back to take him in. All muscle, bulk, raw power, ferocity, and protection.

“A little,” he admitted, leaning down to place a ghost of a kiss on my forehead when I needed more.

I shoved at his chest and played along. “That’s all you’ve got after I’ve been missing for almost a week?”

Knoxe wasn’t a man to admit his feelings, showing his affection through his actions, and only when it mattered. Each of my men were different in their expressions of affection, and I wouldn’t change a thing when they were all perfect for me.

This time, oh, boy, did he show me, lifting me from the ground, bringing our mouths level, and injecting a new fire into my veins as he crushed me against the wall. He pinned my hands above my head, locking them in place with his grip and running his palm along my sides, all while doting on my mouth with his.

“How’s that?” He teased, running his lips along my brows. “More in line with the welcome you were expecting?”

I blinked and reminded myself to take in air. The man knew how to kiss and fuck me into a daze where I forgot my name.

“Ten romance stars,” I mumbled, reaching up to sink my fingers into the hair on his neckline.

“Ten?” Tor teased. “Damn. I’ll have to up my game.”

“Me too,” Pascal went along with the joke, and I glanced at my man, winking and smiling.

Knoxe released my wrists and tugged at his collar, spiking it skyward, and blowing on his fingers. “Beat that, suckers.”

We all laughed, and the warm, honey sound from Pascal filled me with a mellow fire.

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