The Bound Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #3)

by Ivy Asher

Just one more thing to add to the list of shit I need to speak to a professional about.

I’ve got this. Hopefully. Probably. Ah, moon shits.

my loved one isn’t suffocating on heartache

I kind of want to savor the strip tease, but the other part of me, the fiendish part, screams later, bitch and then redirects all moisture and focus directly to our vagina.

I don’t want to tell him it’s okay. We both know some of the shit he pulled wasn’t.

“I love you in the way that grows as we grow together.

This is the be-all and end-all kind of love that can only be nurtured with patience and understanding.

What, does he have Go, Go Gadget dick?

“Are you giving me menopause?” I demand, panting. “Are these hot flashes, because I didn’t know they came with a side of orgasm so good you might just die.”

I shatter around him so hard that I now know what a meteorite feels like when it slams into the ground and gets obliterated. I’m pretty sure I turn into dust.

“You cannot fuck me into a jelly-like state and then make me talk about your mom. I’m pretty sure there are rules against that,”

“You can just fuck right off. Seriously, off you fuck, because I have hit my limit with this shit.

But don’t you dare forget who I am to you and the kind of treatment and respect that deserves,”

“I am not the dumping ground for your frustration and anger. Figure out a better way,”

He wraps me up so quickly and fiercely in a mend your soul type of hug that I don’t know who needed it more, me or him.

“There is no such thing as spending too much time at a bookstore. How dare you, sir!”

I get up off the couch and shoot everyone a glare. “I am going to bed, and each and every one of you can fuck right off. Also, I would just like to point out that in the future, when I save all of your asses, you can thank me with soft clothes and blankets and your undying love and devotion.”