Page 22 of Her Curves, His Fate

Her mother had dropped another bombshell—a witch’s powers could go a little wonky during pregnancy. Nora had laughed, then cried. Even though mating with Rafe had stabilized her powers—and amplified them tenfold—her control was still wonky, with or without the surging hormones.

Rafe’s pack hadn’t protested. In fact, several of them had found their fated mates because of the mating spell. Others, well it was a good thing wolves could only get their fated mates pregnant. There had been some crazy hookups.

Thankfully, the pack could live anywhere. The wealth Rafe had created over the years allowed them that freedom. Long, lonely years he’d spent waiting for his mate to appear.

And just like the magic she carried within, that’s exactly what she’d done. Appeared before him like magic.

The air in Heaven’s Gates, as always, was thick with tension, electric and alluring. He threw open the door, some of his pack with him. They parted ways, and Rafe headed straight to the bar.

“Took you long enough,” Nora purred, watching him approach. “I was about to put out an APB for your fine ass.”

“Is that so?” He stalked toward her, gaze gleaming. “How about you show me what’s on tap instead?”

“Oh, I’ve got something on tap for you all right.” She grinned; eyes gleaming. “But you’ll have to work for that tase of ambrosia.”

His grin turned feral. Challenge accepted.

Tonight, he’d be tasting more than just the liquor.

He’d be tasting his mate. Something he was definitely addicted to.

“Let me whip up one of my special potions for you.” Nora leaned across the counter, letting her cleavage convince him it was a good idea. That, along with the extended curve of her belly, made his cock spring to attention.

“Got a new trick up your sleeve, little witch?” he teased, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He leaned across the bar, giving her a hard kiss.

“Watch closely, alpha,” Nora retorted, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she focused on the task at hand. She grabbed a shaker and added the ingredients with practiced precision. “You might learn something.”

Rafe’s gaze traveled down her curvy form, lingering on her hips and the change in her figure thanks to the pup she was carrying. Her curves…well her curves made him drool. She swayed to the rhythm of her spell, making his cock harden even more. “I’m paying very close attention.”

Nora rolled her eyes. She muttered an incantation, feeling the energy swirl around her fingertips.

“Is it safe to stand this close?” Rafe asked, his voice husky and filled with innuendo, reminding her of the spell she had cast not so long ago. “Or will I be... overcome?”

“Only one way to find out,” Nora shot back.

Suddenly, the liquid in the glass started to bubble and turn colors. A white colored mist rose from the top, reminding him of the haze that had lingered over the field not so long ago.

“Here you go, wolf man.” She slid the drink toward Rafe. “Guaranteed to get your tail wagging.”

“Tail, huh?’ Rafe smirked, leaning closer. “That’s not my tail wagging, baby.”

He laughed as she blushed a bright red. He was still amazed at her innocence despite all they had done to each other during the mating heat…and just last night.

A sudden burst of sparks erupted from the drink, lighting up the room. The regulars laughed and cheered, impressed.

Rafe looked at her, a small amount of concern in his gaze.

“Was that supposed to happen?”

“What do you think?” She shot back, a sultry smile on her full lips. “I am in full control.”

“Mmm, we’ll see about that later. When you’re in bed and my tongue is licking—”

“Whoa there, TMI,” Dil said as walked behind the bar. “Even though I do enjoy a good erotic story every now and then.”

“Apparently so,” Nora smirked. “I remember some of those books at your cabin.”

“Speaking of that. Any chance you could conjure another heat for me? I’ve been feeling a bit…chilly lately,” Dil quipped, his mischievous grin plastered on his face.