Page 27 of Witch of My Heart

“No, he put my therapist on because he thinks I’m crazy.”

“Why would he ever think that?” Blithe asked, his other hand finding my other shoulder.

“Because I need to do something to keep my sire away and she’s dead,” I said.

“Ah, fuck ‘em both. Fuck ‘em all, mate. I get it. It’s not their magic we’re asking for. It’s my magic – our magic – we’ll be using. They don’t have to get it, but I’ve been thinking about some of the ways we could do it.”

“Do we have to wait on the full moon?” I asked him.

“Vampires wait on no one. Well, we need the sun to set, but that’s a lot closer than the next full moon,” he said and flashed me a reassuring smile. “Now, I think we should finish eating. I sigiled up a few of your boxes while I waited for my dick to settle down.”

“Thank you,” I said and hugged him as tightly as I could. “For that and for not thinking I’m crazy.”

“My carrier still washes his hands in banishing water every night. It’s a newer magic. At least a newer to us magic, but it takes off any spells that might be on his hands. He does that because once upon a time some asshole put a mark on his hand that made him do things he never wanted to do. So, whoever wants to call you crazy can come talk to me. We all do whatever it is we need to do to feel safe and be okay. If it doesn’t hurt them, they should leave it the fuck alone.”

“They’re not usually assholes,” I said, following Blithe back to the witch room. “Marcus is usually a good therapist and Starry is one of my closest friends.”

“I’m not saying they’re not good people. I’m just saying that what warding we do on wherever we call home is up to us. Whatever you need to feel safe is up to you. You’re not asking them for it. Hell, you didn’t even ask me for it. I’m offering it to you, because that’s the way it should work. We’re mates. The days of having to hunt and skin prey are over, but luckily for us we live in a modern world full of modern problems and providing for someone has changed forever. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe, is what I’ll do, Cord. That’s a promise you can hang your box on,” Blithe said finishing his sentence as we stepped back into the witch room.

I shut the door behind me and glanced around. He was right. We probably needed to eat, but more than anything I wanted to kiss him – for now and forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Blithe

Cord crashed into me. His lips found mine as his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I kissed him hard, not waiting for his lips to part this time, but pushing them open with my tongue. I needed inside of him in whatever way he’d let me in. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I stepped, twisting us to face the other direction. Following my lead, Cord stepped backward until he found the door.

I leaned in against him, reveling in our bodies pressed together. This was right. This is what we needed. Cord slid his hands up my neck and into my hair. He tugged as I kissed him hard. The tips of my fangs elongated and went back in as if even that part of me couldn’t think straight this close to my mate.

I couldn’t stop touching him. I ran my hands up and down his sides over his shirt. Then, growing frustrated with all the fabric in my way, I slid my hands under the shirt to touch his bare skin. He sighed into my mouth, and I swallowed down the sound. My dick throbbed under my clothes. Cord was hard too. It was impossible not to notice his erection pressing against me with each small movement we made.

Yet it was his scent that drove me crazy. The aroma of his sweet arousal filled the witch room. It sank into the nooks and crannies of my very being, urging me on. Cord’s warm, moist tongue whipped around my mouth, dancing with mine. Kissing him was like kissing a spell that waited to launch off the edge of our tongues.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered we were discussing important things before Cord started this up. Hell, somewhere in the back of my thoughts, I probably evenremembered what, but with our tongues twirling together I couldn’t remember anything except for his mouth and warm body pressed against me.

My wolf brushed against my ribs over and over, begging to be let out. The furry guy would have to wait his turn to meet the cat who dwelt within Cord. That would happen after we exchanged claiming vows, and we were clearly on the way to do that.

“Not yet,” Cord panted against my lip as if he read my mind.

I stopped kissing him and met his gaze.

“Not reading your mind,” he shook his head. “This close it’s easier to hear you over the group link. No claiming vows or kittens yet.”

“That’s right. I have to ward this house,” I growled.

“But which house? That was the question!” Cord said, his lips turning up in victory as if he too had only just remembered what we spoke of before all the kissing and grinding started.

“Cord?” Starry’s voice came from the hallway, and I swallowed a groan.

This was his house, his territory, and he was an omega. I couldn’t eat his liver for dinner for daring to interrupt us. My wolf stood firm, his muscles coiled to pounce, nonetheless.

“Yes?” Cord called back breathlessly to his friend and roommate.

“I’m here too,” Duke called through the door.

“Dudes, this isn’t a show,” I called back, swallowing down another groan.

“I know that, but Starry dragged Marcus over here and then Bobby and Daniel came. I wasn’t going to leave you alone against everyone,” Duke said.

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