Page 15 of Who Owns You?

Rhythmically, I whack my head against the wall, careful to keep from bumping my horns too hard, while keeping the enormous ball of wool Julius is still working with off the floor. As fun as it is to imagine making a nest to present to our mate, I would rather be actually doing it! We have more than enough rooms. We could even knock down some walls and make an even bigger room! Or we could move some things around and put her in one of the larger former common spaces. I wonder if she would like the dungeon since it’s underground and you can feel the magic in the walls.

“You’re thinking really hard over there,” Julius says, not lifting his eyes from his stitches.

His wings are tucked neatly behind him between his back and the wall, tail draped loosely over his legs with the tipswishing back and forth slowly. He always looks effortless and at ease, but he’s sharp and catches everything.

“The witch,” I admit, swallowing the drool that fills my mouth at the thoughts of her beautiful body.

What does her voice sound like? Does she know any sex spells?

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s nice?”

“Doesn’t really matter if Darius gets his way. She’ll be gone before we know if she’s nice or not.”

“But what if we don’t just pay her for the deed? Or maybe she won’t want to give it up!” I whisper-yell. “What if she has us do trials to get the deed back, to prove our worth?”

“This isn’t the old days, Marcus. I doubt she’ll actually be that fun.”

I scowl. “I bet she’s a lot of fun.”

“On what basis do you hedge that bet?” he asks in that incredibly smart-ass way of his.

“Can’t I just have a good feeling?”

“You can, but we both know you have an instinct for hunting and sport. You’re not the people person of the nest.” He smoothes out a nonexistent wrinkle on the collar of his finely pressed dress shirt.

“You’re not the only people person. People like me.” I argue with him.

Julius chuckles, settling the half-made blanket in his lap along with the needles. “You’re being fight-y. Care to share exactly why?”

Damn perceptiveness.

I could lie, but again, a bad liar versus a very perceptive nest-mate does not make for a good outcome.

“I saw her,” I murmur.

“The witch?” Julius asks, his eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yes, the witch.”

“Which witch?” Darius questions, the magic within our bond crackling from his anger.

Chapter 7

CHARLOTTE

I’ma big fan of sleep. It doesn’t really require anything, but shutting off my brain is something I can always do. I sigh, rolling over in the bed and tangling myself further into the incredibly decadent sheets and blankets. I never would have splurged on something this undoubtedly expensive for myself, but since it’s already here, I allow myself to enjoy it.

“I could probably afford to have this entire bed shipped to Kennedy so she could feel how unreal it is.” The thought flows past my lips with a snicker.

I could, but I won’t. Something deep inside me bites down on the idea, sharp gnashing teeth refusing to part with a single part of this castle.

My castle.

I jolt up, one of my tits popping out of the stretched-out neck of my oversized shirt and nearly slapping me in the face as I rip myself away from the thought.

“Damn it.” I yank my shirt off over my head.

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