Page 46 of Witch Unbound
“My Wren.”
Rune stuck the burned milk pan in the sink to soak and then turned to us. “That was the last of the milk, though.”
“Shit, I really want hot chocolate. Now.”
He grinned. “And you shall have some. I’ll pop into town and grab a couple of pints.”
“Wren come too!”
“We’ll all go.” I glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. “Shouldn’t the guys be back by now?”
Rune nodded. “We can swing by and pick them up, then go into town and grab a burger?”
Anything was better than waiting around. I didn’t want to have time to dwell on Jasper and feel impotent.
“Let’s do it.”
* * *
LEIF
The weeks leading up to Yule are always tense, but for some reason I feel more agitated than usual. Two varga pack sightings meant that Tor and I had our work cut out for us tonight, but we chased them off. My pack debriefed, I’m ready to head back to the cabin. Back to Cora. My wolf is close to the surface tonight, pumped by the chase, and I need my mate beneath me, skin on skin. I need to taste her.
Yeah, I’m fucking horny.
I cross the moonlit grounds toward the Rover and slow my pace as a figure appears around the side of my ride.
I recognize the silvery-blonde hair and tense. “Astrid, what are you doing out here?”
“Waiting for you.” She says it in a sultry way.
I take a step back. “Why?”
My phone buzzes in my pocket but I don’t dare take my attention off her.
She walks toward me, hips swaying, and a gust of cool air brings her scent to me. Sex. Want. She’s in heat and my wolf surges up, interested.
No. I push it back. “I’ve got to get home.”
She stops a few feet away and tips her head to the side. “Home? Isn’t the pack your home any longer?”
I grit my teeth because her scent is fucking with my wolf and this is the last thing I need. I’m in love with Cora, mind, body, and soul, but my wolf is slave to primal instinct, and a female wolf in heat is difficult to ignore. I may be mated to Cora, but she isn’t a shifter, so my wolf hasn’t bound to her beast scent. He’s still free, and it’s up to me to control him.
“Coraismy home.”
Calm settles over my beast as it recognizes my will and accepts it. Astrid, however, is another matter.
She draws closer, tipping her face up and running her eyes over me hungrily. “I know what you need, Leif, and she can’t give it to you.”
“Really? And what is that?”
“A tight, warm pussy to bury your cock in.”
I balk at the crude words falling from her lips. Maybe if Cora said them my reaction would be different, but coming from Astrid the words are a total turn-off.
“No thanks. I’ll pass.”
I make to move past her, but she grabs my wrist. “You’ll have to rut with someone else soon. You might as well do it now. I’m in heat, Leif, I know you can smell it. I know you want me.” She presses her body to mine, rubbing her breasts against my bicep. “Leif…” She moans.
