First Ritual (Supernatural Battle: Coven Caves, #1)

by Kelly St. Clare

Keg-shadow man leaned forward, drawing my focus again as he revealed an entire muscular arm. I could assume his other arm matched. The chances of his chest looking the same just shot through the roof. Call it vaginal instinct—call it whatever you like—I had an inkling this guy possessed the whole muscular set. The whole set.

His face totally matched his bod. His thighs matched his forearms and arms. The guy was just matching, matching, matching all over the place. Stunning, really.

He almost smiled. “I didn’t think you had the muscles in your face to smile,” I said in genuine surprise.

“You’re searching for something that isn’t there.” Wild’s gaze lifted to mine. “I can only hope.”

“Oi,” I hollered, enjoying the way his eyes popped open. I held up my arm. “Mind drawing in your groping magic?” His attention slammed to the strand that had escaped to find me. He reeled it without comment.

Can’t help the direction my thoughts take sometimes. About relationships.” I glanced down his body, then back up. “Can I?” “Not happening.” With those two grunted words, Wild stormed off through the trees. Gotcha. He was a total commitment-phobe.

I arched a brow. “Our meetings are bordering on indecent. Whatever will the coven say?” Surprise mixed with the playfulness. “Let’s really give them something to talk about then. Where are you heading? I’ll walk you.” “Apothecary. And good. Because I’m not sure I can find it.” He gestured down the tunnel, and we walked side by side. He took up most of the tunnel, forcing my shoulder to brush against the other wall every so often. I nodded at those we passed, and when the third coven member went by, the slight shock from each of them seemed more than coincidence. Maybe we would create a scandal. They must be assuming that Sven and I had spent the night together. I slipped my hand into his. His chuckle was as big as him. “I could enjoy you, Bronte.”

“I don’t tickle your pickle. Why do you want to kiss me?” “How do you know my pickle isn’t tickled?” “Because I’ve tickled pickles before. I know what a pickle that’s been tickled looks like.” My gaze lowered to his lap. “That pickle… ain’t tickled.”

“This pickle is tickled by other pickles, not by the pickle jar.”

“Nothing’s happening, though?” she inquired. “I can appreciate skill without feeling the need to lick it.”

“So,” I started, then stopped. “Further back. Okay. When my magic and Wild’s first met, something strange happened. Wild became an animal, and I continued as what I’d always been—a goddess.” “Tell it properly,” Wild snapped.

“Pain can’t be compared, Wild. Your pain isn’t any less than mine. Just different.”

will you undertake an affinity test tonight so that the council might label their charms and cork their curses?” Like dot your i’s and cross your t’s?

“This is done,” I blurted. “I’m asking you to respect my wish. My decision is final.”

STOP running from him!! done it too many times and it’s getting irritating.. figure you out and let him inside in every way! i know! - it’s part of the process! i just love wild!

One has to wonder, when addiction brings you joy, whether we are lacking in joy otherwise or merely greedy in our pursuit of more.”

“You made a discovery. You stepped from the norm and challenged what has always been and your ideas of what should be.

“I fought to get you into this world, Hazeluna. That fight never stops. Mothers are the most absolute, fearsome force in this world.