Page 24 of Witch Undecided
Motherfucker, he sounded like Jasper.
“You’re the important one now, Cora. The indispensable link. The focus. Do you understand?”
Like, what the fuck did I say to that?
“You might not want to take our relationship to the next level of intimacy, but that won’t change the connection between us. It won’t stop us from wanting you or you from wanting us, and thatwantcomes with the desire to protect.” His gaze tracked across my face. “We want you, Cora, but we’ll respect your wishes. In return, you need to keep us in the loop and respect our connection enough to discuss these kinds of decisions.”
“You do realize when push comes to shove, I do what I want.”
He sipped his tea. “Oh, I’m well aware, but if Jasper hadn’t stepped in between The Elites and us today and given Anna time to explain, they’d all be dead.”
My blood ran cold. “What?”
He set his cup down. “We’d have torn out their throats, because as far as we knew they were hurting you, and no one hurts what’s ours. No one hurts what’smine.” There was a possessive growl to his tone. “Dead Elites would be a bad thing, Cora.”
My mouth went dry and the pulse in my throat fluttered with excitement and arousal. Man, I was twisted.
I took a gulp of tea. “Fine. I’ll let you know in the future.”
He sat back with a cool smile. “Please do.” He tipped his head to the side. “Leif told me you wanted to hunt with the females at the full moon.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me, I should have discussed that with you too?”
He bit back a smile. “It would have been nice, but you’ll be safe with Heather and the other females. They’re vicious in a fight. If any vamps come calling, they’ll have a hard time getting past those wolves, and Leif, Rune, and I will find you before the suckers can get to you.”
I hadn’t considered the damn vamps. The fact I needed to be chaperoned at night pissed me off.
“You’re pouting, Cora.”
His intention was a burst of heat in my chest, and a flare of darkness in his steel-gray eyes.
He wanted to kiss me.
I pressed my lips together, eliminating my pout.
My pulse fluttered, then calmed.
“We’ll start your stamina training tomorrow,” he said.
“Bossy, aren’t you? Like being in control?”
“Oh, Cora,” he purred. “You have no fucking idea.”
No, I didn’t, and as long as I stuck to the friend zone, I’d never have to find out.
Fuck you, disappointment. Fuck you.
“We’ll be movinginto the main house soon,” Tor said as he washed our teacups. “You’ll have the anchor’s room. Leif’s ordering a new bed and mattress for your room this week.”
Good. There was no way I was sleeping on Charlotte’s old one. She’d shared it with her mates, and I didn’t even want to think about what they’d gotten up to on it. Sweaty, dirty, inventive things.
Nope. Not thinking about it.
Tor glanced over his shoulder briefly with a small smile. He’d reined in the dom vibe and the tension thrumming between us had ebbed. Thank God, I could breathe again. Think again. It didn’t stop my eyes from roving over his broad back and the muscles moving beneath his cream T-shirt, though. Fuck, the damn thing might as well have been spray-painted on.
“Cora?”
Wait, had he asked me a question? “I kinda like it here in the cabin.”
