I saunter past him as though I have no intention of getting in there with him and squeal when he grabs me from behind and hoists me up princess fashion into his arms.
Worries will keep for a while. Urges will drive me insane. You know how hot for you I get after we turn and go chasing vampires in the forest.
He plants a kiss on my temple, and I know struggling is futile. Besides, I’m not refusing because I too am hot for what my mate does to me.
Colton, I swear, you have about five hundred reasons for being hot for me every single day. Yesterday it was because we had ribs for dinner…… and the sun came out after lunch….. and before breakfast, you woke up hot for me because it was Tuesday morning. I sigh indulgently and slide my arms around him as I try to get comfier in this grip he has me in.
Baby, is it wrong to want to get naked with my mate as much as possible? We’re only young for like maybe eighty years, give or take.
I laugh and bounce him on top of his head with a soft fist and curl my arms around his neck, savoring the unique feel of his skin against mine. Pushing my face into the crook of his throat to inhale everything that is good about him.
Hmmm … don’t change.
It’s an impulsive lovesick adoration as he carries me to the bathroom, but I truly mean it. I have never known happiness or this sense of home before him and being his mate these past months has been every single wish and dream I never knew I had.
I wasn’t planning on it. You love me this way….. so, this way I stay. Got to keep my Luna happy.
He smirks, always cheeky, always grinning, and hauls me into the shower unit to get clean while being anything but.
Witches in the Woods
“You felt them, but you didn’t actually see them? Or one, as in singular?” Sierra gazes at Colton questioning him as we sit across from her at breakfast, something we usually share in her own suite as she prefers it that way. Colton slides me the platter of pancakes as he shrugs her way. It’s late for breakfast but our patrol duties sometimes push us to eat nearer noon a couple of times a week.
“Felt. Possibly just one, but I can’t be sure. I didn’t see them at all, but my eyes turned blue, and I could definitely feel their magic in the air; faint, but it was there. Just out beyond the perimeter.” Colton dishes me some and throws me that soft smile, that translates to ‘I love you’ as he adds maple syrup to the stack he’s given me. I help myself to bacon and dig in while his mother still stares pensively at his face.
Sierra sighs and looks torn for a long moment as we start to tuck into the pancakes, bacon, and eggs I insisted I was dying for this morning. My appetite has been huge since we started turning on a daily basis, and he’s always one to pander to my needs.
“I’m not surprised that witches have sided with the vampires, knowing what we do about how this all began. They are the least evil in this war, even if that’s hard to believe. The wolves villainize our kind, the vampires do not. I guess they hope an alliance means they get to come out of the shadows to live free once more. Too many witches have been slaughtered and gone into hiding for hundreds of years.” Sierra picks up her fork but seems like she has no appetite now and twirls it in her hand instead. Her expression is strained, and I can feel her nerves coming through in subtle waves since Colton told her about the witches.
“What does it mean for us if they now have magic on their side?” I butt in, not exactly at peace with this conversation as anxiety swirls in my stomach and I glance to Colton, who for once is not all that interested in his food. He’s pushing his bacon around with disinterest as he glances at his mother. My man is an eater, and his lack of hunger means he isn’t as calm as he has been pretending all morning.
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