Page 81 of Werewolves and Witches AU

“There’s always more than one way to skin a cat.” She stands and smooths her skirt, then stretches out her arm to help me up.

“I don’t know if that applies to instances like this…”

“No, probably not with an attitude like that. Janus is a low-ranking god—at best—so all we really need… is the attention of someone much higher up.”

“And how do we find someone that powerful?”

“As luck would have it, Master Tobitt, I’ve had quite a bit of practice locating powerful practitioners.” She shoots me a pointed look. “How about, as your coven elder, I pass along my knowledge?”

I smile broadly and offer my arm for her to link with.

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Stupid Giant Ginger Wolf

Milo

His large, safe hands are on my thighs, and his werewolf heat warms my core.

Tall and strong, his body shields me. Constant and present, his familiarity anchors me.

A lifeline.

We did it, Sarah and me, we crafted the solution to both our problems!

As that knowledge blooms in my mind, the edges of my lips curl slowly upward before parting into a wide and triumphant grin.

All the ingredients for this ambitious spell hover at the very front of my awareness, scrolling by like a living list so that I don’t forget—a technique my new Coven Leader taught me. And there behind them, holding me up physically, supporting me emotionally, and grounding me spiritually, is the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met.

Rowan blows out a long breath. “God. Milo, yer back! I was getting—”

Fit to bursting with all the bubbling and fizzing feelings that fill my body, I launch myself at him before he’s even finished speaking, and kiss him with everything I have.

Soft. Rowan’s short beard hairs are soft.

His lips are warm, like the rest of him. Werewolf warm, heart and soul warm.

Capable hands smooth up the plane of my back, and my whole body responds with a shudder that rolls up my spine from my toes.

I press myself closer. The Cairngorm Quartz digs into my sternum, but I ignore her sharp edges in favour of chasing more of Rowan.

His hands continue their exploration over my shoulder blades before switching position to cup the tops of my arms.

He kisses me back—brief and hesitant—and I almost die.

Yesss, this. This is what I’ve wanted.

Roughened palms glide along my arms, until he finds where my wrists are locked tight behind his neck.

“Milo…” he grunts, breathless.

Incrementally, he increases the pressure at his fingertips until he works his way between my hands. Threading his fingers through mine, he powers up through muscled thighs, and with me still seated almost in his lap, he stands.

I swoon. So strong!

Gravity assists my legs with their rediscovery of the floor, and the abrupt change in position—not to mention one foot being on the sofa seat cushion and the other not—causes me to sway in place. All the while, Rowan holds me firmly.

When I find my balance, I rise on my tiptoes and lean in for another kiss. I need more. So much more. All the more.