the table. He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the back of her chair. Her nipples pebbled, and her pussy moistened. She maintained eye contact. She couldn’t do anything else. He mesmerized her, forcing her to focus completely on him. He kissed her, and her lids closed as she melted into it.
Dear One, this couldn’t all be mated magic. He surrounded her, though only his mouth actually touched her. His tongue swirled around hers, and a throbbing began deep in her core. Slowly, he stepped away. She resisted the urge to follow his lips.
He smiled, and she felt the reaction all over her body. She wanted to jump him, shred his clothes, and take him on the kitchen floor.
“Ah-ah, mate.” He held out his hand to help her up. “You have to wait to do whatever it is you’re thinking. We have work to do.”
She could already feel his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t had a chance to taste him yet. She bet she was strong enough now to get him to the floor if he didn’t expect it. He raised an eyebrow. It was difficult, but she wrestled her libido under control. They had time for fellatio later. She giggled and let him pull her up.
“I think my mate has a dirty mind. I can smell her wet pussy.”
She smiled even as she felt her face heat. “We have work to do, remember?”
The thought sobered her, reminding her of the reason they were mated. She’d altered them, stealing his choice as well as her own.
More subdued, Leila left the condo with Nic. She gave him directions to her uncle’s well-kept, white Cape-Cod-style house with welcoming blue shutters. She knew her uncle was home right away. The chimney smoked even in the middle of summer. Some potions just brewed better in a hearth.
“It’s going to be hotter than the devil’s living room in there,” she said.
Nic looked at her from the corner of his eye as he turned into the driveway. “What?”
She shook her head.
He parked, and they climbed out. Leila jerked as he took her hand, but she didn’t protest. She kind of liked the feel of his much larger hand in hers. She knocked on the door and waited. It wasn’t long before the door opened and her uncle stood before them.
He was an impossibly thin man. He wore a pair of loose cotton pants and a matching long-sleeved top in mustard. The color complemented the dark brown of his skin. His long locks were secured at the base of his neck with a band.
“Leila?” Uncle Kofi looked from her to Nic.
“Hi, Uncle Kofi. This is my…mate, Nic.” Would it have been better to call him her fiancé?
Uncle Kofi’s eyes were wide behind his glasses. “He’s a shifter.”
Nic laughed and held out his free hand to shake. “I am a wolf shifter, to be exact. It is a pleasure to meet a relative of Leila.”
Kofi shook his hand. He stared at Nic as if he’d never seen a shifter before.
“May we come in, Uncle Kofi?” His confusion was funny, but she didn’t want to stand on the porch all day.
“Oh, sure, sure.” Uncle Kofi stepped back, allowing Nic and Leila to enter.
The heat in the house hit her square in the face, and her steps faltered. Nic tugged her forward.
Her uncle’s features set into worried lines. “Does your mother know you’re a shifter’s mate?”
Heck no. “Um, we haven’t told her yet. We need to talk to you first.”
Leila and Nic followed him through the living room to what should have been his den but was instead his potions room. A table and bench occupied one wall. Another wall displayed rows of dried plants and jars of various potion essentials. Through a side archway, the kitchen was clearly visible. In a small nook between the two rooms, her uncle had a computer set up on a shelf. He’d pushed a chair under the makeshift desk.
Uncle Kofi walked to the big black pot over the fire and stirred. Okay, it was a cauldron. She could admit it.
Uncle Kofi glanced over his shoulder at her. “What do you need?”
Nic and Leila looked at each other. Leila raised an eyebrow. It was
Dear One, this couldn’t all be mated magic. He surrounded her, though only his mouth actually touched her. His tongue swirled around hers, and a throbbing began deep in her core. Slowly, he stepped away. She resisted the urge to follow his lips.
He smiled, and she felt the reaction all over her body. She wanted to jump him, shred his clothes, and take him on the kitchen floor.
“Ah-ah, mate.” He held out his hand to help her up. “You have to wait to do whatever it is you’re thinking. We have work to do.”
She could already feel his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t had a chance to taste him yet. She bet she was strong enough now to get him to the floor if he didn’t expect it. He raised an eyebrow. It was difficult, but she wrestled her libido under control. They had time for fellatio later. She giggled and let him pull her up.
“I think my mate has a dirty mind. I can smell her wet pussy.”
She smiled even as she felt her face heat. “We have work to do, remember?”
The thought sobered her, reminding her of the reason they were mated. She’d altered them, stealing his choice as well as her own.
More subdued, Leila left the condo with Nic. She gave him directions to her uncle’s well-kept, white Cape-Cod-style house with welcoming blue shutters. She knew her uncle was home right away. The chimney smoked even in the middle of summer. Some potions just brewed better in a hearth.
“It’s going to be hotter than the devil’s living room in there,” she said.
Nic looked at her from the corner of his eye as he turned into the driveway. “What?”
She shook her head.
He parked, and they climbed out. Leila jerked as he took her hand, but she didn’t protest. She kind of liked the feel of his much larger hand in hers. She knocked on the door and waited. It wasn’t long before the door opened and her uncle stood before them.
He was an impossibly thin man. He wore a pair of loose cotton pants and a matching long-sleeved top in mustard. The color complemented the dark brown of his skin. His long locks were secured at the base of his neck with a band.
“Leila?” Uncle Kofi looked from her to Nic.
“Hi, Uncle Kofi. This is my…mate, Nic.” Would it have been better to call him her fiancé?
Uncle Kofi’s eyes were wide behind his glasses. “He’s a shifter.”
Nic laughed and held out his free hand to shake. “I am a wolf shifter, to be exact. It is a pleasure to meet a relative of Leila.”
Kofi shook his hand. He stared at Nic as if he’d never seen a shifter before.
“May we come in, Uncle Kofi?” His confusion was funny, but she didn’t want to stand on the porch all day.
“Oh, sure, sure.” Uncle Kofi stepped back, allowing Nic and Leila to enter.
The heat in the house hit her square in the face, and her steps faltered. Nic tugged her forward.
Her uncle’s features set into worried lines. “Does your mother know you’re a shifter’s mate?”
Heck no. “Um, we haven’t told her yet. We need to talk to you first.”
Leila and Nic followed him through the living room to what should have been his den but was instead his potions room. A table and bench occupied one wall. Another wall displayed rows of dried plants and jars of various potion essentials. Through a side archway, the kitchen was clearly visible. In a small nook between the two rooms, her uncle had a computer set up on a shelf. He’d pushed a chair under the makeshift desk.
Uncle Kofi walked to the big black pot over the fire and stirred. Okay, it was a cauldron. She could admit it.
Uncle Kofi glanced over his shoulder at her. “What do you need?”
Nic and Leila looked at each other. Leila raised an eyebrow. It was
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