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“That’s what I thought,” Luke says.
“Well, at least I’ve spoken to mine.” Shadow grins widely, showing more teeth than is strictly friendly. “That’s more than you can say.”
“Thorvinn!” Autumn calls out. “We all want a half pint of your apple cinnamon cider.”
“You have one with cinnamon?” I ask him.
“The humans kept requesting it. They even want itwarmed.” The orc sounds horrified and frowns so hard his tusks dig into his upper lip. Nonetheless, he starts ladlingsteaming liquid into several handmade stoneware mugs. “It boils off half the alcohol.”
“That’s probably better for the humans, anyway. Not a one of them can hold their liquor,” Shadow says. Then appreciation fills his tone as he stares at the tall, purple-haired witch with generous curves. “Though Kayla comes close.”
I polish off the rest of my ale and clank the tankard down on the bar. “I’ll have one of these cinnamon ciders, too. I’m trying all the human fall traditions.” I don’t admit out loud that I want to try anything Autumn likes.
Thorvinn looks at me as if I pissed in his porridge but fills a mug for me.
The sweet fruitiness of the apple cider tastes richer when warmed, and the spiciness of the cinnamon adds to the effect. I can see why my fire likes it—it’s warm like a fall sunset, like sharing a good meal with the people you love, warm like the flicker of campfire light glossing her flame hair. I send a round over to my pack mates to enjoy and turn back to find Autumn standing beside me.
“Can you come over tomorrow morning? It’ll take all day to set up the maze. Then it’ll be open all weekend, and we can take it down on Monday.”
“I’ll be there.” A quiet joy fills me that has far less to do with completing another component of the wish swap and everything to do with getting to spend the entire weekend with Autumn.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Autumn
I hum as I finish making another batch of peppermint soap, daydreaming of Rune and how amazingly hot the primal chase was.
He promised he’d chase me again whenever I run, and that thought alone sets my body alight.
Note to self: run from Rune, on the regular.
I haven’t been able to think of anything else since it occurred several days ago. For once, I’m in full agreement with horny Autumn. When he’s fae, his cock’s far larger than any other man I’ve ever been with.
But when he’s a werewolf… My thighs clench. The full length of his werewolf cock and the swollen knot at the base had been so amazingly large I hadn’t been able to move, had barely been able to breathe. Dear god, the thing is effingepic.
Logic tries to remind me I need to stay away until I canbe sure his feelings are real, but my body craves him.
“Ruined.” I slide a new mold into place and tip hot soap melt into it. “Utterly and completely ruined.”
A deep voice calls my name from outside—Rune! I finish the pour and hurry to the barn door.
Rune stands with his sister and four other people who all share the same tall, muscular build.
Shock ripples through me “What is this?”
“I told you my pack would help,” Rune says. “So I had more people come from Faerie. Put us to work.”
I grin and do exactly that. And shit, if watching Rune work miracles with heavy hay bales was something, watching six shifters move them around like they weigh nothing is unreal.
Rune climbs the hay bales stacked in the soap barn, not even bothering to use a ladder. Then he stands on top and tosses bales down to the other shifters, one after the next. Each werewolf runs their bales out to the empty northern pasture and returns, ready to catch their next load. Once the stack is only six-feet high, Rune jumps down, grabs two bales, and runs them into the field.
I stand there gaping at him, watching the play of thick muscle straining against the fabric of his shirt, the cords of his forearms flexing like every one of my forearm-porn dreams come to life. My thighs clench. He’s so… virile. God, I never understood that word until now, but it’s perfect for him. He’s strength and power in motion, his big body making mine tighten, the burn low in my stomach building with each move he makes.
Even Mom takes a break from cutting soap to stare.Instead of worry, there’s a hint of a smile on her face for a change, as if seeing me have real help makes my dreams finally feel obtainable.
In less than ten minutes, Rune scoops the final two bales off the floor and turns to catch me ogling his muscular ass.
I can’t even blame horny Autumn, because all of me wants him. Even worrying about what the spell might be making him feel doesn’t damper my attraction.
