Page 50 of Witch of My Heart

“Can we have a witch room too?” Cord asked Duke and me while we sat around the pile of freshly turned dirt drinking lemonade Starry brought when he dropped by to check on Cord.

“I don’t see why not,” I shrugged. “I think we have enough rooms. If us or Duke and his future-mate turn out to be anything like our parents, we’ll have to add on to the house, eventually anyway.”

“The basement,” Duke said, sipping on his lemonade.

“What do you think?” I asked Cord.

“It would be your witch room too,” he laughed. “What do you think?”

“That I’ve done magic under my bed, in a closet, and without any official space as long as I’ve been doing magic. So, I can do magic anywhere. Did you have anything else you wanted to use the basement for?”

“Not really,” Cord shook his head. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it too. We all have to agree on things like this.”

“I was looking around while you two were warding. There’s a basement hatchway hidden behind some of the bushes. There would be two ways in and out if we needed it. Also, if we wanted visitors in the witch room and not in the house, that would be useful too,” Duke said.

Cord tugged at the neck of his t-shirt and squinted up at the afternoon sky.

“You alright?” I asked, reaching over to squeeze his knee.

“It’s warmed up, hasn’t it?” he asked and wiped a hand across his forehead to clear the sweat away.

“I think that’s my cue to call home and tell them the plan,” Duke laughed, draining the last of his lemonade from the glass.

“Huh?” Cord asked as Duke pushed himself onto his feet.

“I’ll let him explain that one to you,” he nodded in my direction. “Have fun and let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do!” I called after him and let out a long deep breath before looking back to Cord.

I thought we had more time before magic pushed our bond, but it seemed as if the true-mate magic was done waiting patiently now that the wards were up, and my promise was completed.

“How hot do you feel, mate?” I asked, approaching the subject gently and not breathing in too deeply.

Usually, a whiff of Cord was more than enough to flood my brain with sexy thoughts about what we might do together.

“Oh,” Cord laughed and flopped onto the ground. “Maybe.” He looked down at the flat plane of his stomach to his crotch. “I guess I usually don’t notice until it hits fully. I mean, I’m horny – but I’ve been horny most of the last few days since I met you.”

“Me too,” I said and stretched out on the grass next to him.

He tilted his head to the side bearing his neck to me.

“Sniff me and see,” he said.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea out here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll shift and run away inside before you get my pants off me,” Cord teased.

“I’m not against a chase,” I said, leaning closer to him.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck. Bad idea. Horrible idea. Glorious idea. His scent wrapped around me and my wolf clawed at my ribs. The furry guy was tired of waiting to make full contact with the cat who lived inside Cord. I sank into his scent and wrapped an arm around his middle to pull him close.

“You’re definitely going into heat, mate,” I murmured against his skin.

His hand trailed down my stomach to my crotch. He found my dick hard and ready, but even tethered as I was to his scent I wasn’t about to jump his bones in the backyard. I swallowed a groan as he cupped my package. It would’ve been so easy to give in and roll on top of him. He was my true-mate. Outdoor sex wasn’t out of the question forever, but I didn’t want our first time interrupted because I chose a bad location to initiate it at.

“Run, kitty, run,” I whispered in his ear and rolled onto my back to give him a head start.

He looked at me with big eyes and his tongue flicked out over his upper lip. Then he was gone like a flash of lightning, feet slapping over the grass as he made his way inside.

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