Page 60 of Son of a Witch

He sniffed and I felt his lips curve on my skin. Yes! Mission accomplished. “I don’t believe you.”

This time he left a modest kiss on my neck, devoid of its usual heat and hunger. Better than nothing, though. I laughed at his wit and squeezed his arm to me tighter, wanting his fire and longing back.

“Want me to visit tonight before lockdown?” I shifted my head to kiss his fuzzy cheek, liking the bristle of stubble. I missed having my men in my cell. Being squashed between two bodies, stroked, kissed, nuzzled all night.

“Sure.” He leaned his nose to my temple and inhaled me.

I didn’t know how long we’d have alone before Ben returned with Cheyanne, but I wanted to shift and kiss Tor on the mouth. Let him know how much I needed and wanted him. But we might be interrupted, and I didn’t want to make our guest feel weird.

So, I returned to the reason for calling her down. “You did good with your research too. Thank you for confirming my suspicions.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tor saluted me. “Just call me your research bitch. It’s all I’m good for now.”

Fuck that.He wasn’t going to keep talking like that when he had plenty to offer. I thumped the arm he had around my waist. “Bring on the ass kicking! Hope you like the taste of your butt, ass muncher.”

He rubbed at my stomach. “Oh, bring it on, dick plunderer!” The kiss he dropped to my neck evaporated all of my frustration.

“Damn you!” I hit him again and made him chuckle, throaty, deep, and breathy over my ear, sending shivers to my pussy. “You know how to manipulate me.” My fingers tugged at his hair. “If we weren’t about to have company, I’d be on my knees and you’d be getting lucky.”

“With popping candy?” His breath fanned the shell of my ear, making me blaze down below. Tor sure loved his candy for foreplay.

“Fuck’n A!” I mimicked him, drawing out another laugh.

“Tonight?” He must be feeling more like himself if he made a date with me.

I rubbed against him, testing to see if his bits still worked, and he stirred, twitching against me. At least he hadn’t lost that. Losing his ability to walk made him feel less of a man. dreaded the thought of him going further downhill if he couldn’t experience pleasure.

I didn’t get to lock in our date as Cheyanne and Ben burst into the room.

The Sorcerer came to stand in front of Tor’s desk, prompting me to wiggle off his lap and settle back in the chair beside him. “What’s up?”

“Your colleagues are assholes,” I replied, making her snort.

“Tell me about it,” she muttered, scratching at her pearly, pink hair.

I glanced at Tor. “Can you help my boyfriend with something?”

“Only if he tells me that he has a twin or brother,” she joked and my hand went over his wrist, staking my claim.

“No brothers.” Tor put his hand over my thigh to communicate he was taken. “Just a sister. Unless you’re into that?”

“I might be.” She smiled in a lighthearted, joking way then jerked her head, telling him to spit it out, her time was precious. “What do you need?”

Tor adjusted his computer screen to twist it to face her. “This is the weather radar showing rainfall. Standard check as portals show up as distortions. But I’ve never seen one like this. It’s like the data is broken or something. Any idea what could cause this?”

Her head twisted as she studied the phenomenon. “Looks like some sort of atmospheric interference.” No duh. We’d already confirmed that. Pale pink illuminated her palm as she ran it across the computer screen like a supermarket barcode scanner. “Definitely magical. Rare. Powerful.”

Cold swept over my body. The vampires weren’t above stealing magical objects for their purposes and had hired the centaur to obtain the Horn of Chrysomallos before we put a stop to that. An object able to collect all the ethereal power of the veil to bring civilization to its knees. My stomach spun at the prospect of the vampires obtaining something equally as powerful.

Shit! What if the vampires had managed to secure the horn from the thief avatar? “Like the Horn of Chrysomallos powerful?”

Cheyanne’s eyes narrowed on me. “You know about your magical objects. How’d you—”

I had to keep her on track. “Just answer the question.”

“No, not that powerful.”

“Well, what are we dealing with here?” Answers dammit. We needed them. I told her about what Pascal and I had found. “We need to know what we’re dealing with here so we can apprehend the escaped prisoners and vampires.”

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