Page 54 of Witch Undecided
“I’ll get started on a translation for you,” he said. “It should be ready in a couple of days.”
He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s good to see you, Cora. We’ve missed you.”
Nostalgia for the life I’d known bloomed in my chest. “I’ve missed you guys too.”
He studied me, gaze tracking over my face. “Are you happy here?”
I smiled. “It’s beginning to feel like home, Con.”
He nodded. “That’s good. That’s really—”
“Who the fuck are you, and why are you standing so close to my mate?”
Tor stood at the base of the steps, naked.
As usual.
Conah blinked at him and then looked at me. “Tor?”
“Yep.” I walked over to the box by the door, snagged a pair of joggers, and chucked them at Tor. “Cover your epic tackle and you can get to know my friend Conah over a cup of tea.”
It was time for my mates to meet a big part of my old life.
I tidiedup the tea things. Conah had left five minutes ago and it was now just Tor and me. He sat at the table in his joggers, commando, because he hadn’t left Conah and me alone long enough to go put on boxers and a T-shirt. He watched me in silence.
I glanced over my shoulder. “You could help, you know?”
“Oh, but that would mean lugging my epic tackle around the kitchen. So exhausting.”
I loved the banter with Tor because it didn’t happen often, but when it did it was a treat. “Seriously, Tor?” I injected a dry tone into my voice.
“You think it’s epic.”
I shrugged, my back to him. “It’s a good size.”
“I think the word you’re searching for isepic.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Boundaries, Tor.”
“Says the woman who’s been sizing up my tackle.”
“Says the shifter who spends most of his time naked with his tackle on show.”
“Shifter life, Cora. You’re more than welcome to get naked with us.”
There was the barest hint of suggestion in his tone and my pulse hitched. “I’ll pass.”
Although it was getting harder and harder to pass up being around them, of being close to them. It was more than a sexual need. It was an emotional draw. I enjoyed their company and cared about them more and more every day. It was getting harder and harder to keep my stupid heart on a leash. The fact that they were naked half the time didn’t help, but I’d made sure to keep boxes of spare joggers by the doors.
I was used to taking what I wanted when I wanted. I hadn’t had sex for months before coming here because of Jasper, the pussy block, but I’d been able to get off with my toys. Now I was joined by one of the guys every night, and I hadn’t had a chance to masturbate properly for weeks. Shower orgasms weren’t the same. I needed my bed, my toys, and some time. This vampire problem needed to be sorted asap so I could get my privacy back. Maybe getting my libido under control would help keep my heart in line.
Tor and Leif were good at maintaining the boundaries. This had to be difficult for them too, but at least they got to jack off, and soon they’d be fucking loads of shifter females to sow their wild oats.
My throat grew tight at the thought. It shouldn’t bother me, but it did.
“Cora?” Tor came up behind me and his hands rested on my hips. “What’s wrong?”
I inhaled the forest scent that clung to his skin. Of course he could feel my disconcertion. “Nothing.”
