“Rafe?” I asked kneeling on the bed.
“Yeah, baby?” He moved to stand in front of me, proud of his growing progress below. I reached out to stroke him, and his eyes closed with a hiss.
“I want it hard.”
“I think I can handle that,” he grunted, thrusting gently into my hand.
“What about Ren and your pact?”
A burst of breath left him as I sped up my fist. “I think he’s probably dealing with his own mess right now. And I really don’t give a shit.”
“You know the game tomorrow is yours, right?”
“I hope so.”
“Will you believe me instead?”
“I’ll try,” he said, pushing the soft-skinned steel in my hand.
“Ren’s going to be a daddy too.”
He paused his hips. “No shit?”
“We’re due within three weeks of each other.”
“So, all of this today wasn’t only about the sex?”
“Yes and no. Technically, it’s all about the sex you already had. But mostly it’s because I missed you.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. “I missed you too. I’ll always be here, risking my life with you while you try to seduce me.”
“Har, har,” I said, gripping him tight in my hold.
Worry creased his brow as I got more aggressive with my hand. “Please be gentle.”
“You just relax, sir. Right now, it’s all about your cock . . . y,” I informed him as my eyes slid down to his ready, fat dick. Leaning in, I darted my tongue against the opening of his tip before I let him go and gave him a sound smack on the ass. “Don’t forget the tickler.”
In preparation for the sex to come, I threw every throw pillow we had onto the floor and broke out my newly purchased rubber sheets while my inner freak rejoiced.
I was just about to shoot off a text to check on our daughter when my phone beeped with an incoming message.
Erica: The ego has landed. ??
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Me: The noodle has been cooked.
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Erica: ?? LOL WHAT?!
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Me: Long story. Actually, it’s short story. I’ll tell you later. Don’t use the poppers!
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Erica: 10-4 good buddy.
The next day, my husband won his second world series.
That night, we used the alien probe.
Two weeks, later we flew to Greece.
Seven months later, I gave birth to our son.
NO END
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A bitchy witch, who hates a cocky alpha werewolf, gets conned into going on a date with him.
Copyright ? 2018 by Leia Stone All rights reserved.
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One
Tatiana
Dax Cohen was the bane of my existence. That smart-mouthed asshole came into my shop every new moon, and it took everything in me not to throw a penis shrinking spell right at his crotch. He was the cockiest alpha male I’d ever met, and that was saying a lot for a witch who ran a supernatural spell shop. I’d met them all, been hit on by them all, but Dax Cohen really grinded my gears. He stood at over six foot six and looked as if he was chiseled from stone by the Goddess herself. He was a living, breathing Adonis… and he knew it. He’d slept with half the witches in my coven, and if rumors were true, he had a thing for red heads. I grinned, twirling a lock of my glossy long red hair. Tonight when he came in for his shifting potion, I was going to make him beg for it. Payback for that prank he’d played on me last week. Sold me what he said was a werewolf’s tooth when in reality, it was a kitten's. My entire spell exploded in my face.
“You’re stirring that too quickly,” my high priestess admonished me. I nodded to Rowena. She was a good coven leader, and I enjoyed working underneath her.
I slowed my stirring and called out to her. “Must we supply the wolves with this potion for the rest of our lives? Surely our ancestors put an expiration date on the contract?”
Rowena’s lips curled into a grin. “They did not, and you know that—it was your own mother who signed the deal with him after all. The wolves did us a favor many years ago and it’s our duty to repay them.”
Easy for her to say—she wasn’t the one making the potion every month. Cat Tails And Other Magical Things was handed down to me by my parents. It had been in our family for generations. And the spell that kept a werewolf from shifting on the full moon and pillaging the town in a blood thirst, rested with me and me alone. I’d only moved here to Rock Springs, Wyoming when my mother died, to carry on my magical lineage and all that jazz. Before her, my grandmother owned the shop, and I had a handful of memories coming here as a child.
Rowena trailed a finger across my cheek. “Where you feel anger, I sense passion,” she said and then grabbed her purse and left the shop for the night.
I raised an eyebrow. Rowena was full of random Yoda-like sayings like that. My eyes flicked outside, and I noticed the sun was just about to set.
Sigh.
Dax would walk in any minute and would attempt to charm me. I would tell him to shove his charm up his ass and then up-charge him ten percent, and he would leave in a huff. Typical new moon night.
The man had been trying to sleep with me for two years. Poor guy couldn’t take a ‘no.’ I was just pouring the contents of the spell into the copper jar, when a sharp pain sliced into my chest. Dropping the jar onto the counter top, I stumbled backwards.
No.
“Rowena!” I shouted, as I gasped for breath. The searing pain did not abate, and I knew then that my high priestess had sustained a mortal wound.
Tears trailed down my cheeks as I reached shakily for my wand. Whatever killed her was close by, as she’d only just left my shop. The pain ripping through my chest had turned to a warm tingle as my coven leader’s magic left her body and filtered into me. I gasped as the purple mist fell from the ceiling and coated my skin, making me feel like I was holding onto a live wire. As second-in-command of the coven, it was my rightful place to inherit her magical linage in the event of her death. I just hadn’t expected it for another decade or so.
I stumbled forward, wand outstretched, ready to avenge my coven leader, when a flash of muscle and black hair dashed through my doorway.