Page 97 of Witches Be Damned

So close I could taste it… if Vancor didn’t go back on his word or slit our throats in our sleep.

Loco snored in the corner under the influence of a sedative while the serum worked its magick. Before he was knocked out, he hadn’t shut up about how proud he was of his daughter for getting them out of a lethal situation. One minute longer, and they would have been goners. I locked my fingers harder around Pascal’s, holding him tightly, shaking off that near miss.

“Sunset will be back soon,” I said to Pascal. “Tor radioed through and they’re both cleaning up a mess.” I mouthed the wordRazeto him, and he cottoned on, nodding and smiling.

Twenty minutes later, Tor and Sunset strolled through the door, hand in hand and covered in gore.

I leaped out of the seat by Pascal’s gurney and studied every inch of her for cuts and found none that would cause that kind of blood. “What the hell happened? Are you injured?”

“No, just need a shower. Tell you about it later.” She caught my wrist and lifted my arm to kiss my palm.

Astra smiled at me and crossed over to her dad’s bed, leaning down to kiss him, then thinking better of it when she remembered how soiled she was. She went for a kiss on her finger and tapped his head.

“Hi, Serena,” she said from a gurney away. “You doing okay over there?”

Our leader gave a weak smile. “I am now that I’ve had painkillers and healing serum.”

“Good.” Sunset smiled. “Rest up then. I don’t suppose you want a kiss too?” she teased.

Serena smiled, hissed, and closed her eyes.

Astra and Tor came over to Pascal’s bed. “How are you? I’m so glad you’re okay.” She twitched to touch him but appeared to think twice about it covered in mess. “For a hot minute there, I thought I was going to go supernova like Galaxy Girl at those Lycans for hurting you.”

By now, I was well and truly used to all the nerd talk. If she wasn’t a hot mess, I would have warmed the back of her and wrapped my arm around her.

“Thanks for what you did back there.” He tapped beats on his thighs, and I could tell by the way his muscles flexed, he wanted to touch her as well.

“I’m assuming both of you don’t want a hot, sexywe’re still alivesmooch?” She ran her hands up and down her body.

Pascal wrinkled his nose. “After you clean up.”

“This will tide you over in the meantime.” Astra blew him an air kiss.

I went over to her and stroked the clean skin on her throat. “Are you sure you’re okay? You too, Tor?”

She hummed and nodded. He dragged her in for a squelching hug that I took as a yes.

I took her hand, not caring about the mess. “If Pascal doesn’t mind, I’ll come with you.”

She swung my arm. “I’d like that. What do you say, White Lightning?”

Pascal groaned at missing out. “Save a shower date for me later, okay?”

“Absolutely. We’ll be back soon.” Sunset blew him another kiss and tugged Tor and me out of the room.

The three of us went back to the bathrooms in Cell Ward A and were naked and under the warm spray in no time, rinsing off the grime from their uniforms, then setting those aside. Then she cleared off whatever carnage tainted her perfect, creamy skim. I skipped washing myself and concentrated on her needs, brushing her arms and kissing her wet hair, holding her close, letting our combined warmth and that of the water infuse her cold body with heat.

“I was so fucking worried, Sunset,” I whispered into her throat. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“You’re such a ball buster, Knoxe,” she replied, nudging her ass into my cock. “Asking the impossible of me.”

I cupped her pussy from behind. “Your lady balls love it.”

She thrust into my hand and laughed into Tor’s chest as he cleared the blood from the back of her neck.

“How’s Raze?” I enquired after my brother, the sting of missing him less now that freedom inched closer.

“He was hurt pretty badly,” she said, brushing dirt from my cheek. “We were lucky we got to him when we did. I fixed him up with a little help from friends.” She smiled up at Tor, and he kissed her forehead.

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