The book title is an actual book published in the 70s. Yay research.
Thorn wondered in a back room of his mind why he had never had these kinds of conversations with his mate back in Russia. They had never really done the lovey-dovey kinds of exchanges, just enjoyed each others company and created two interesting children. Their union had been born of compatible genetics not complimenting personalities. It was different with Izzy though, there was passion there and the clash of personalities added to the fire. It didn't hurt matters that she also enjoyed the wondrous green smoke.
Isabella commented on how he grew the green plant and the white Russian gave a smile and shook his head, "there's a lot of love and a book called 'Super Grass Growers Guide.'" He gave a wink and wiped his mouth with the back of his furry hand. The idea of a mix, to infuse both her scented oils with his Mary-Jane oils was not something entirely new, he had tried it once before when his mate had left for reasons completely unknown to him for a few days. He had experimented them with different oils and sticks in hopes of making a blend that would be pungent enough for him but still serve their purpose within ritual for the fair Lady. He had created first something horrid, but he didn't realize that until he woke up the next day white head swimming and then something rather weak but acceptable. Knowing now what he didn't know then he should be able to mix something in between with the aid of the rabbit fat he had melted off and collected in a small glass prescription bottle.
Watching her finish supper so quickly Thorn hastened away a smile, green eyes alight with a tiny whisper of joy. Tail wagging gently he slowly stood, lending down a hand for Isabella to assist her to stand. The Russian glanced at the raw organs he had left as a treat, mentally reminding himself to come back and devour them after the smoke had begun to take its effect. Picking up a few things he needed and the rabbit fat, Thorn patted the messenger bag to make sure the small bottle of green and black sticky oil was still there. A smile when he found it and he let Isabella lead the way. "We can prepare the sticks here m'love or we can make them near your shine. Lady's choice."
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