Page 45 of Witch Unbound
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The next daywas spent watching movies and eating way too much food. The guys had patrol in the evening, but Rune opted to stay with me and get his beta to cover the runs.
We watchedAvatar, and I must have dropped off because I woke to Wren passed out on my lap, empty bowl of popcorn on the floor, distended belly pointing at the ceiling. He snored softly, a smile on his cute face.
The room was dark, only one lamp and the flames in the hearth to throw light. It looked like Tor and Leif were still out, but where was Rune?
He entered the lounge a moment later carrying a duvet. “Oh, you’re awake.”
“Totally.” I grinned up at him. “No aches or pains.”
“Glad to hear it. You want some hot chocolate?”
“Yum, yes, please.”
He chuckled and headed into the kitchen.
I carefully moved Wren off my lap and laid him on the sofa before joining Rune.
I leaned up against the wall by the counter while he got the milk out of the fridge and popped a pan on the stove.
He poured milk into the pan and set it on the cooker. “Marshmallows and sprinkles?”
My heart swelled with love. “Come here.” I beckoned him.
He bridged the distance between us, his eyes darkening with desire the closer he got, and what was meant to be a hug morphed into my palms sliding up over his pecs and my fingers sinking into his golden locks. It became a tilt of the chin, warm breath mingling and hungry lips meeting. He tasted sweet and salty, and I deepened the kiss, wanting more of his flavor, wanting the lash of his tongue in my mouth as I devoured him.
Mine.
A force surged up inside me, and I spun us so thathewas the one pushed against the wall and I was the aggressor. His heart pounded in time with mine as we consumed each other with ravenous gasps between airless kisses.
“What’s that smell?”
Wren’s voice yanked us out of our bubble of passion. We surfaced, panting and dazed.
Rune licked his bottom lip, his attention fixed on my mouth, and it took everything I had not to kiss him again.
“Cora?” Wren sounded annoyed.
And then the smell hit me. Burning.
“Shit!” Rune brushed by me to rescue the milk pan.
Too late.
Milk had boiled over and was sizzling happily against the hot rings.
God, that smelled bad.
Wren came to stand in front of me with his hands on his hips and his brows drawn in a frown. “Bad Cora. You wasted milk.”
I bit back a smile cos, damn, he looked super cute. “I’m sorry, buddy. I got—”
“Stuck on Rune? Yes, Wren knows all about the mating stuff. But not when boiling milk, Cora.” He said it earnestly, as if educating me, and I couldn’t help myself.
I scooped him up and squeezed him.
“Cora!” He kicked his legs for a moment but then relaxed against me and snuggled in. “My Cora.”
