Page 80 of Witches Be Damned

“Trust my Little Horny Beast to think of the latter,” Raze teased me back.

“How about a fifty/fifty split?” I proposed, half teasing.

“You’re still an animal.” Raze’s delicious tone went to all the right places, and I didn’t think a time split might be possible.

“Okay. Let’s get all the boring stuff out of the way,” I suggested, leaning back in my chair.

“Fine with me.” I heard the crackle of fire in the background, my mind winding back to nights spent by it, Raze stroking me, and us making love. “How are you? I miss you very much. My bed is cold without you.”

I held back the whimper wanting to fly free. “Miss you too. With all my heart.” My voice came out weak. “I’m doing well as can be expected. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be,” he assured. “I’ve been driving Liv and Dash mad with ideas to expand the sanctuary.”

I laughed, enjoying listening to his gruffness.

“Heather and Steele have been over every second night for cards and beers,” he added with a smile in his voice. “And they bring Steele’s little daughter.”

My whimper slipped free. We used to play a lot of cards at night in the prison before lockdown. I was going to hug the werewolves so tightly when we caught up again, for their companionship in a difficult transition.

I sniff-laughed. “Someone else likes to occupy their mind too.”

“Enough sad talk.” His voice cracked.

“Uh huh.”

“Are you eating, Little One?” Raze asked.

“No. I didn’t want to be rude.” Plenty of time to eat later. Better yet, paint my sexy men’s bodies with frosting and chocolate and lick it off them for organizing this gift.

“Eat your treats,” he urged, always looking out for my welfare.

“Which one?” I stroked the side of the phone in absence of doing it to him.

“I’d advise against the candle,” he teased. “You don’t want waxy teeth.”

“So sexy!” I played along.

“I’m guessing you’re planning some painting with the cupcake.” Hmm. My wolf knew me too well.

I belted out a laugh. “How did you know?”

His long hum stirred a fire that went dormant. “I’m a good guesser.”

I shifted the can away. “I’ll save the Coke for later, since you’re a huge fan of them.” He rumbled his pleasure at me. “That leaves candy.”

“Mars bar?” Raze enquired like he set this all up.

“Yes, sir.” I dragged the bar to me and tore off the end of the wrapper with my teeth since I didn’t have two hands to do it. “I’m surprised you’re letting me eat this.”

“I want you to eat whatever makes you happy,” he rumbled, kicking up my smile again.

With my neat little trick, I might be able to heal any damage from the sugar.

“Thank you, my man. I love you.” I took my first bite and moaned.

Raze’s rumble picked up speed and volume. I loved pleasing him. “I hear you’re coming for a visit after Christmas.”

“Absolutely,” I replied. “I’m sorry I can’t come on the actual holiday. I’ll spend a day or two with my family. Dad’s coming with me. It’s going to be a wild day in the Nomical family.”

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