Page 78 of Witches Be Damned

I ran my palms back and forth over his powerful forearms. “I will. Thanks for thinking of me.”

He held me for a few beats, rocking me from side to side.

It must have been killing him not to update me on their findings while I was gone. I gripped his arms and complimented him on the fact. “You’ve done incredibly well for not bringing up work, by the way.” Besides the brief mention of Mads’ assistance to reassure me everything leaned in our favor.

I felt his smile lift on my head. “Are you gloating?”

“No.” I tried to keep a straight face.

One of his hands shifted and started tickling my belly until I hunched over his other arm, now wrapped around my middle so I couldn’t escape.

“Okay, I gloated!” At my admission, he ended the tickling and kissed my head again.

“I keep my word for the most part, Sunset.” He brushed from my shoulder to my hand, interlocking our fingers.

“Yeah, you did an incredible job.” I broke the unspoken pact and raised the topic. “The minute I get the approval for normal duty, I want to jump into the lab and test the vampire blood samples. Did you collect me any?”

“I thought we weren’t talking about work.” Knoxe slid his fingers back and forth through mine, and I moaned at the relaxing pleasure of it.

Who was I kidding? I was rearing to get into the laboratory and investigate what I did to the vamps and my men.

I nudged him in the belly to confess. He laughed, eventually relenting. “We collected you plenty of samples, Sunset.”

“Enough to keep you busy for week,” Tor grunted as he wheeled around and backhanded Pascal’s return.

I clapped at them both for taking it easy. “A week’s worth? Hmm. Maybe I should get started today.” I jerked, pretending to leave.

Knoxe caught me with another around my waist. “No, you don’t. You’re ours today.”

“I’m yours forever, Mister.” I reached back to pinch his jaw.

“Don’t you forget it, Sunset.” He forced my body to sway with his again. “Want to do anything special to celebrate our potential last night off the hook?” He dug his cock into me twice, hinting.

“Hmmm.” I pretended to play dumb. “Braid your hair?”

He spanked my ass. “No.”

I kept up the game. “Laundry day. I need fresh socks.”

“Keep going.” Knoxe nudged me.

“Foot massage?” I teased.

“Without socks?” Knoxe feigned disgust.

“Head massage?” I got to the point.

“What kind?” He nipped at my neck.

I laughed. “Both for my Viking.”

He leaned down and licked my neck. “Right answer.”

“All right, you two.” Pascal came over and clasped my hand. “She’s mine now.”

I loved it when he asserted himself with the others. His growing dominance was sexy as hell. I loved all sides of him… gentle, sweet, yet strong when it counted. He came such a long way from the shy man barely able to meet my gaze, morphing into a beautiful butterfly, confident and standing his own ground. I was so proud of him. Proud to be his. Proud for him to be mine.

“Hi, handsome.” I maintained Knoxe’s sway with Pascal, knowing how much he enjoyed the rhythm of it.

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