CHAPTER 9
Jotham poured himself a drink as Erik spoke about coven business. He didn't know why Erik
bothered, it wasn't as if he was in a mind processing mood. He had tried and failed to speak with his Amante and the man wouldn't even acknowledge him. This really sucked. Oh, the jokes his mate would make about that thought. Cory was a spitfire and quick-witted. It's one of the
greatest joys Jotham had by being in a room with the man. He might be a little man──Oh, that would get his balls turned into tonsils if Joth ever said that to Cory──but Cory had spunk and strength. Yep, his kitten had claws and what Jotham wouldn't give to feel those paw needles scratching down his back in the throes of passion. Jotham had no doubt his Amante would be just as feisty in bed as he was out of it.
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